Luyện nghe bài hát Boblo Boat

Cruising the river. Dancing 'til your feet got numb.
Cool, breezes blowing through your hair,
as you stood down the river in anticipation of the thrill of
the rides at the
park.
Ah, memories of Boblo

Oh, is your world ain't nothing but a squirrel get a nut.
jealous of everybody that's headed 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 and crackers.
A get out wine.
A rear medium lights.
Harvey Rizla green.
But do this.
on Smooth FM

Nothing to our family trips
My uncle hands with a manly grip
All this hand-me-down I had had an uncanny fit
All the I had in my family had me anti-bi-ch
My granddaddy mistress caught the business my granny fist
That was 'fore I was born
Pop told stories it that would last for hours-long
And as a family we was just so happy him and mama got along
On the boat

Uh, on our way to that black amusement
Wood roller coasters, sold on plastic scooter cards
Uh, grass at the vintage food court
Broken glass, waiting on you on the swimming floor
I came across my identity on the boat

That's where I my virginity, no condom, though
That's when paranoia hit me when superstition does
Left my inhibitions I guess my supervision was
Parties on the way to the island 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 Boblo

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,

Some of my better I said were true
I said were true,
Sh-t, all of my better I said were true
I said true, sh-t
And now I gotta up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, sh-t

Stuck a rat race, fu-k, rat race, fu-k, fu-k
Wake up, wake up, wake up, 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
woofers in the trunk, to be specific
They bump, rattle the license plate, plus the windows
Don't give a fu-k that it's dented, bi-ch, I'm the man now
I'm rolling, driving it slow as if it's

Piling up bros we was clothing on a dresser
up hoes like we was Jodeci, let's check her
Double D's 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 under
I'm not a real 'til I undress her, I gotta 'press her

was my main concern back when concerns 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
the stress of my real-life trauma
Plus fickle ni-as thinking they done the best of Jermaine Lamarr
But that's insane, it couldn't be left of

The truth is my new sh-t slap, you never heard it better
Give me a sec, I sectors
Prefer to let you see it rather than say it, but it out
I chill out
Say "Fu-k the world" and pull out
We had no boat,

but I could note those is like a Bible quote
BC, before cellphones, the time I would smoke
I was 6-years-old, but that's for chapter
That's for story, to God be the glory
I made it out unscathed and now I with my
son and Tanzanian sunrays 'bout dumb days
Thinking 'bout dumb

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