Luyện nghe bài hát Boblo Boat

Cruising down the river. Dancing 'til feet got numb. Cool,
summer breezes blowing your hair,
as you stood gazing the river in anticipation of the thrill of
the dizzying at the
amusement park. Ah, memories of Boblo
Oh, is your ain't nothing but a squirrel tryna get a nut.
Just jealous of everybody that's out on that Boblo boat.
It is the weather and the perfect time to enjoy a few snacks.
Oh, man. I I was joining you. A little cheese and crackers.
A little get out wine. A little medium lights.
Some Harvey Rizla green. But do this. Only on Smooth FM
Nothing to our family trips
My uncle shook hands with a grip
All this hand-me-down sh-t I had had an fit
All the gangstas I had in my family had me
My granddaddy mistress caught the business from my granny
That was back 'fore I was
Pop told stories 'bout it that would last for
And as a family we was just so happy when him and mama got
On the Boblo
Uh, on our way to that black amusement
Wood roller coasters, crack sold on plastic cards
Uh, smoking grass at the vintage court
Broken glass, waiting on you on the pool floor
I came across my identity on the boat
That's where I my virginity, no condom, though
That's when paranoia hit me like when superstition
Left my I guess where my supervision was
on the way to the island would be the livest, though
First time big bro hit the bottle was on the boat
But neither one of us knew that we
both grow up and turn to alcoholics,
The Boblo
Hey, hey, hey. green. Come here. Hey, hit this,
ni-ga. Ni-ga, don't 'bout what the fu-k it is. Just drink
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Some of my times I said were true
I were true, yeah
Sh-t, all of my better days I said true
I said were true,
And now I gotta wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up,
Stuck a rat race, fu-k, rat race, fu-k, fu-k
up, wake up, wake up, wake up again
Stuck inside this rat race,
Yeah,
Twist the cap, the bottle back, swig it
D-k it, rims on my mama's Civic
Ten-inch woofers in the trunk, to be
They bump, rattle the plate, plus the windows tinted
Don't even give a fu-k that dented, bi-ch, I'm the man now
I'm rolling, driving it slow as if stolen
Piling up bros like we was clothing on a
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 left until college, I'm pressure
I'm not a real ni-ga 'til I undress her, I gotta her
This was my main concern back when were lesser
Nowadays, I often to press the backspace button
Or hit return, but life is not no word
Most folks burn the sess to
burn the stress of my trauma
Plus fickle ni-as thinking they done heard the best of Lamarr
But that's insane, it couldn't be left of
The truth is that my new sh-t slap, you heard it better
me a sec, I murder sectors
Prefer to let you see it rather than say it, but it out
I gotta out
Say "Fu-k the world" and pull out
We had no boat,
but I could note those times is like a quote
BC, before cellphones, the first time I would
I was 6-years-old, but that's for another
for another story, to God be the glory
I made it out unscathed and now I sunbathe my
son and Tanzanian sunrays 'bout dumb days
Thinking dumb days

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