Luyện nghe bài hát Boblo Boat

Cruising down the river. Dancing your feet got numb.
Cool, breezes blowing through your hair,
as you stood gazing down the river in 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 jealous of everybody that's headed out on that 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.
Only on FM

Nothing to our family trips
My uncle shook hands with a 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 business from my granny
was back 'fore I was born
Pop stories 'bout it that would last for hours-long
And as a family we was just so when him and mama got along
On the boat

Uh, on our way to black amusement park
Wood roller coasters, crack on plastic scooter cards
Uh, grass at the vintage 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 paranoia hit me like when superstition does
Left my inhibitions I guess where my 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 knew we would
both grow up and to alcoholics, though
The Boblo

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,

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

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

Yeah,
the cap, lift the bottle 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 windows
even give a fu-k that it's dented, bi-ch, I'm the man now
I'm rolling, driving it as if it's stolen

up bros like we was clothing on a dresser
Calling up hoes like we was Jodeci, let's 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 pressure
I'm not a real ni-ga 'til I undress her, I gotta her

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

The truth is my new sh-t slap, you never heard it better
Give me a sec, I sectors
to let you see it rather than 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 those is like a Bible quote
BC, before cellphones, the first time I would
I was 6-years-old, but that's for another
That's for another story, to God be the
I made it out unscathed and now I sunbathe my
son and Tanzanian thinking 'bout dumb days
Thinking 'bout dumb

This is