Luyện nghe bài hát Boblo Boat

Cruising down the river. Dancing 'til your got numb. Cool,
summer breezes through your hair,
as you stood gazing down the in anticipation of the thrill of
the rides 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 headed out on that boat.
It is the perfect 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 rear medium lights.
Some Harvey Rizla green. But let's do this. on Smooth FM
Nothing compared to our trips
My shook hands with a manly grip
All this hand-me-down I had had an uncanny fit
All the gangstas I had in my had me anti-bi-ch
My granddaddy mistress caught the business from my fist
That was back I was born
Pop told stories it that would last for hours-long
And as a family we was so happy when him and mama got along
On the Boblo
Uh, on our way to that black park
Wood roller coasters, crack sold on plastic scooter
Uh, smoking grass at the food court
Broken glass, waiting on you on the pool floor
I came across my on the Boblo boat
That's where I lost my virginity, no condom,
That's when paranoia hit me like when superstition
Left my inhibitions I where my supervision was
Parties on the way to the would be the livest, though
First time big bro hit the bottle was on the Boblo
But neither one of us knew that we
both grow up and turn to alcoholics,
The boat
Hey, hey, hey. Lil' green. here. Hey, hit this,
ni-ga. Ni-ga, worry 'bout what the fu-k it is. Just drink
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
of my better times I said were true
I said were true,
Sh-t, all of my better I said were true
I said were true,
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, wake up, wake up, up again
Stuck inside this rat race,
Yeah,
Twist the cap, lift the back, swig it
D-k it, ten-inch rims on my Civic
woofers in the trunk, to be specific
They bump, rattle the license plate, plus the 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
up bros like we was clothing on a dresser
Calling up hoes we was Jodeci, let's check her
Double D's like double-deckers, I sex her
But these don't come with game on how to finesse her
Five semesters until college, I'm under pressure
I'm not a real ni-ga 'til I her, I gotta 'press her
was my main concern back when concerns were lesser
Nowadays, I often yearn to the backspace button
Or hit return, but is not no word processor
Most folks burn the sess to
burn the of my real-life 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
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 never 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 for another chapter
That's for story, to God be the glory
I made it out unscathed and now I sunbathe my
son and Tanzanian sunrays 'bout dumb days
'bout dumb days

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