Luyện nghe bài hát Boblo Boat

Cruising down the river. Dancing your feet got numb. Cool,
summer blowing through your hair,
as you stood gazing down the river in anticipation of the of
the dizzying at the
amusement park. Ah, memories of Boblo
Oh, is your world ain't but a squirrel tryna get a nut.
Just jealous of everybody that's headed out on that boat.
It is the weather and the perfect time to enjoy a few snacks.
Oh, man. I wish I was joining you. A cheese and crackers.
A little get out wine. A rear medium lights.
Harvey Rizla green. But let's do this. Only on Smooth FM
Nothing compared to our trips
My uncle shook hands a manly grip
All this hand-me-down I had had an uncanny fit
All the gangstas I had in my family had me
My mistress caught the business from my granny fist
That was back 'fore I was
Pop told 'bout it that would last for hours-long
And as a family we was just so happy when him and mama got
On the Boblo
Uh, on our way to that amusement park
roller coasters, crack sold on plastic scooter cards
Uh, grass at the vintage food court
Broken glass, waiting on you on the swimming floor
I came my identity on the Boblo boat
That's I lost my virginity, no condom, though
That's when hit me like when superstition does
Left my inhibitions I where my supervision was
Parties on the way to the would be the livest, though
time big bro hit the bottle was on the Boblo boat
But neither one of us that we would
both grow up and turn to alcoholics,
The boat
Hey, hey, hey. green. Come here. Hey, hit this,
ni-ga. Ni-ga, don't worry 'bout what the fu-k it is. Just
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Some of my better I said were true
I were true, yeah
Sh-t, all of my days I said were true
I said true, sh-t
And now I gotta wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up,
inside a rat race, fu-k, rat race, fu-k, fu-k
Wake up, up, wake up, wake up again
Stuck this rat race, fu-k
Yeah,
Twist the cap, the bottle back, swig it
D-k it, ten-inch rims on my mama's
woofers in the trunk, to be specific
They bump, rattle the license plate, the windows tinted
Don't even a fu-k that it's dented, bi-ch, I'm the man now
I'm rolling, driving it as if it's stolen
Piling up like we was clothing on a dresser
Calling up hoes we was Jodeci, let's check her
D's like double-deckers, I wanna sex her
But these keys don't with game on how to finesse her
Five semesters left college, I'm under pressure
I'm not a real ni-ga 'til I undress her, I 'press her
This was my main back when concerns were lesser
Nowadays, I often yearn to the backspace button
Or hit return, but life is not no word
folks would burn the sess to
burn the stress of my trauma
Plus fickle thinking they done heard the best of Jermaine Lamarr
But insane, it couldn't be further left of
The truth is that my new sh-t slap, you heard it better
Give me a sec, I murder
Prefer to let you see it rather say it, but it spill out
I gotta out
Say "Fu-k the world" and pull out
We had no boat,
but I could note those times is a Bible quote
BC, before cellphones, the first time I would
I was 6-years-old, but that's for another
That's for story, to God be the glory
I made it out and now I sunbathe with my
son and Tanzanian sunrays thinking 'bout dumb
Thinking 'bout dumb

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