Luyện nghe bài hát Boblo Boat

Cruising the river. Dancing 'til your feet got numb.
Cool, breezes blowing through your 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 squirrel get a nut.
Just jealous of everybody headed out on that Boblo boat.
It is the weather and the perfect time to enjoy a few snacks.
Oh, man. I wish I was you.
A cheese and crackers.
A get out wine.
A little rear lights.
Some Harvey green.
But do this.
on Smooth FM

Nothing compared to our trips
My uncle shook hands with a grip
All this hand-me-down I had had an uncanny fit
All the gangstas I had in my family had me
My granddaddy mistress caught the business from my fist
That was back I was born
Pop told stories 'bout it would last for hours-long
And as a family we was just so happy him and mama got along
On the Boblo

Uh, on our way to that black amusement
Wood roller coasters, crack sold on scooter cards
Uh, smoking grass at the food court
Broken glass, waiting on you on the pool floor
I came across my identity on the Boblo

where I lost my virginity, no condom, though
That's when paranoia hit me like superstition does
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
grow up and turn to alcoholics, though
The boat

Hey, hey, hey. green. Come here. Hey, hit this,
ni-ga. Ni-ga, don't worry 'bout the fu-k it is. Just drink
Yeah, yeah, yeah,

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

Stuck a rat race, fu-k, rat race, fu-k, fu-k
Wake up, wake up, 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 Civic
Ten-inch woofers in the trunk, to be
They bump, rattle the plate, plus the windows tinted
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
Calling up hoes like we was Jodeci, let's her
D's like double-deckers, I wanna sex her
But these keys don't come with on how to finesse her
semesters left until college, I'm under pressure
I'm not a real ni-ga 'til I undress her, I 'press her

This was my concern back when concerns were lesser
Nowadays, I often yearn to press the backspace
Or hit return, but life is not no processor
Most folks would the sess to
burn the stress of my real-life
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 say it, but it spill out
I chill out
Say "Fu-k the world" and never out
We had no boat,

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

This is