Luyện nghe bài hát Boblo Boat

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

Oh, is your ain't nothing but a squirrel tryna get a nut.
Just of everybody that's headed out on that Boblo boat.
It is the perfect and the perfect 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 to our family trips
My shook hands with a manly grip
All hand-me-down sh-t I had had an uncanny fit
All the gangstas I had in my family had me
My granddaddy mistress caught the from my granny fist
That was back 'fore I was
Pop told stories 'bout it would last for hours-long
And as a family we was just so happy when him and 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 vintage court
Broken glass, waiting on you on the swimming floor
I came my identity on the Boblo boat

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

But neither one of us knew we would
both grow up and turn to alcoholics,
The Boblo

Hey, hey, hey. green. Come 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 times I were true
I said true, yeah
Sh-t, all of my better days I said were
I said were true,
And now I gotta wake up, wake up, up, wake up, wake up, sh-t

Stuck inside a rat race, fu-k, rat race, fu-k,
Wake up, wake up, up, wake up again
Stuck inside rat race, fu-k

Yeah,
the cap, lift the bottle back, swig it
D-k it, ten-inch on my mama's Civic
Ten-inch woofers in the trunk, to be
They bump, rattle the license plate, plus the windows
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 like we was Jodeci, let's check her
D's like double-deckers, I wanna sex her
But these keys don't come game on how to finesse her
Five semesters left until college, I'm pressure
I'm not a real ni-ga 'til I her, I gotta 'press her

This was my main concern back when were lesser
Nowadays, I often to press the backspace button
Or hit return, but life is not no word
Most would burn the sess to
burn the stress of my trauma
Plus fickle ni-as thinking they done heard the of Jermaine Lamarr
But insane, it couldn't be further left of

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

but I could note those times is like a quote
BC, before cellphones, the first time I would
I was 6-years-old, but for another chapter
for another story, to God be the glory
I made it out and now I sunbathe with my
son and sunrays thinking 'bout dumb days
Thinking 'bout days

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