Luyện nghe bài hát Boblo Boat

Cruising down the river. 'til your feet got numb. Cool,
summer breezes blowing through hair,
as you stood gazing the river in anticipation of the thrill of
the rides 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 Boblo boat.
It is the perfect weather and the perfect to enjoy a few snacks.
Oh, man. I wish I was joining you. A little and crackers.
A get out wine. A little rear medium lights.
Some Rizla green. But let's do this. Only on Smooth FM
Nothing to our family trips
My uncle shook hands a manly grip
All hand-me-down sh-t I had had an uncanny fit
All the gangstas I had in my family had me
My granddaddy mistress caught the business my granny fist
That was 'fore I was born
Pop stories 'bout it that would last for hours-long
And as a we was just so happy when him and mama got along
On the boat
Uh, on our way to black amusement park
Wood roller coasters, sold on plastic scooter cards
Uh, smoking at the vintage food court
Broken glass, waiting on you on the swimming pool
I across my identity on the Boblo boat
That's where I lost my virginity, no condom,
That's when paranoia hit me when superstition does
Left my inhibitions I guess where my was
Parties on the way to the island would be the livest,
First time big bro hit the was on the Boblo boat
But neither one of us knew we would
both up and turn to alcoholics, though
The boat
Hey, hey, hey. green. Come here. Hey, hit this,
ni-ga. Ni-ga, don't worry 'bout the fu-k it is. Just drink
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Some of my better times I said true
I said true, yeah
Sh-t, all of my better days I said were
I were true, sh-t
And now I gotta wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, up, sh-t
Stuck inside a rat race, fu-k, rat race, fu-k,
Wake up, up, wake up, wake up again
Stuck inside rat race, fu-k
Yeah,
the cap, lift the bottle back, swig it
D-k it, ten-inch rims on my mama's
Ten-inch woofers in the trunk, to be
bump, rattle the license plate, plus the windows tinted
Don't even give a fu-k it's dented, bi-ch, I'm the man now
I'm rolling, driving it as if it's stolen
Piling up bros 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 come with on how to finesse her
Five semesters until college, I'm under pressure
I'm not a ni-ga 'til I undress her, I gotta 'press her
This was my main concern back when concerns were
Nowadays, I often yearn to press the backspace
Or hit return, but is not no word processor
Most folks would the sess to
burn the stress of my real-life
Plus fickle ni-as they done heard the best of Jermaine Lamarr
But insane, it couldn't be further left of
The is that my new sh-t slap, you never heard it better
me a sec, I murder sectors
Prefer to let you see it rather say it, but it spill out
I gotta out
Say "Fu-k the world" and never out
We had no boat,
but I could note times is like a Bible quote
BC, before cellphones, the first time I would
I was 6-years-old, but that's for chapter
for another story, to God be the glory
I made it out unscathed and now I with my
son and Tanzanian sunrays thinking 'bout days
Thinking 'bout days

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