Luyện nghe bài hát Boblo Boat

Cruising down the river. 'til your feet got numb. Cool,
summer breezes blowing your hair,
as you stood gazing down the river in anticipation of the of
the dizzying at the
park. Ah, memories of Boblo Island
Oh, is world ain't nothing but a squirrel tryna get a nut.
Just jealous of everybody that's headed out on that boat.
It is the perfect weather and the perfect to enjoy a few snacks.
Oh, man. I wish I was you. A little cheese and crackers.
A little get out wine. A little rear lights.
Some Harvey Rizla green. But do this. Only on Smooth FM
compared 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 had me anti-bi-ch
My granddaddy mistress caught the from my granny fist
That was back 'fore I was
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 Boblo
Uh, on our way to that amusement park
Wood roller coasters, crack sold on plastic scooter
Uh, smoking at the vintage food court
Broken glass, waiting on you on the swimming pool
I came across my identity on the boat
That's I lost my virginity, no condom, though
That's paranoia hit me like when superstition does
Left my inhibitions I 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 to alcoholics, though
The Boblo
Hey, hey, hey. green. Come here. Hey, hit this,
ni-ga. Ni-ga, don't worry 'bout what the it is. Just drink
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
of my better times I said were 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, up, wake up, wake up, wake 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,
Twist the cap, the bottle back, swig it
D-k it, ten-inch rims on my mama's
Ten-inch in the trunk, to be specific
They bump, rattle the plate, plus the windows tinted
Don't even give a that it's dented, bi-ch, I'm the man now
I'm rolling, driving it slow as if stolen
Piling up like we was clothing on a dresser
Calling up hoes like we was Jodeci, let's her
D's like double-deckers, I wanna sex her
But these keys don't with game on how to finesse her
Five left until college, I'm under pressure
I'm not a real ni-ga 'til I undress her, I 'press her
This was my main concern when concerns were lesser
Nowadays, I often yearn to press the backspace
Or hit return, but is not no word processor
Most would burn the sess to
the stress of my real-life trauma
Plus fickle thinking they done heard the best of Jermaine Lamarr
But that's insane, it couldn't be further of
The truth is that my new sh-t slap, you never it better
Give me a sec, I murder
Prefer to let you see it rather than say it, but it out
I chill out
Say "Fu-k the world" and never out
We had no boat,
but I note those times is like a Bible quote
BC, before cellphones, the first time I would
I was 6-years-old, but for another chapter
That's for story, to God be the glory
I it out unscathed and now I sunbathe with my
son and Tanzanian sunrays thinking dumb days
Thinking 'bout dumb

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