Luyện nghe bài hát Boblo Boat

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

Oh, is your world ain't nothing but a tryna get a nut.
Just jealous of that's headed out on that Boblo boat.
It is the perfect weather and the time to enjoy a few snacks.
Oh, man. I I was joining you.
A cheese and crackers.
A get out wine.
A little rear lights.
Harvey Rizla green.
But do this.
Only on FM

Nothing compared to our trips
My shook hands with a manly 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 from my granny fist
That was 'fore I was born
Pop told 'bout it that would last for hours-long
And as a family we was just so happy when him and mama got
On the boat

Uh, on our way to that black park
Wood roller coasters, crack on plastic scooter cards
Uh, smoking grass at the vintage food
Broken glass, waiting on you on the pool floor
I came across my on the Boblo boat

That's where I my virginity, no condom, though
That's when hit me like when superstition does
Left my inhibitions I guess my supervision was
Parties on the way to the would be the livest, though
First time big bro hit the bottle was on the boat

But neither one of us that we would
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 better I said were true
I said true, yeah
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 this rat race, fu-k

Yeah,
Twist the cap, lift the bottle back, it
D-k it, ten-inch rims on my mama's
woofers in the trunk, to be specific
They bump, rattle the license plate, plus the windows
Don't even give a fu-k it's dented, bi-ch, I'm the man now
I'm rolling, driving it slow as if stolen

Piling up bros like we was on a dresser
Calling up like we was Jodeci, let's check her
D's like double-deckers, I wanna sex her
But these keys don't come with game on how to her
Five left until college, I'm under pressure
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 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 thinking they done the best of Jermaine Lamarr
But that's insane, it couldn't be left of

The is that my new sh-t slap, you never heard 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 could those times is like a Bible quote
BC, before cellphones, the time I would smoke
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 sunbathe my
son and Tanzanian sunrays thinking 'bout dumb
Thinking 'bout days

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