Luyện nghe bài hát Boblo Boat

Cruising the river. Dancing 'til your feet got numb.
Cool, summer blowing through your hair,
as you stood gazing down the river in anticipation of the 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 that's headed out on that Boblo boat.
It is the perfect weather and the perfect time to a few snacks.
Oh, man. I I was joining you.
A little and crackers.
A get out wine.
A little medium lights.
Some Rizla green.
But do this.
Only on FM

compared to our family trips
My uncle shook hands with a grip
All this sh-t I had had an uncanny fit
All the I had in my family had me anti-bi-ch
My granddaddy mistress caught the business from my fist
That was back 'fore I was
Pop told stories 'bout it that 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 that amusement park
Wood roller coasters, crack sold on plastic scooter
Uh, grass at the vintage food court
Broken glass, on you on the swimming pool floor
I came across my identity on the Boblo

That's where I my virginity, no condom, though
That's when paranoia hit me like when does
Left my inhibitions I guess where my 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 we would
both up and turn to alcoholics, though
The boat

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 times I said were
I said true, yeah
Sh-t, all of my better I said were true
I said true, sh-t
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, wake up
Stuck this rat race, fu-k

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

up bros like we was clothing on a dresser
Calling up like we was Jodeci, let's check her
Double D's like double-deckers, I sex her
But these don't come with game on how to finesse her
semesters left until college, I'm under pressure
I'm not a real ni-ga I undress her, I gotta 'press her

This was my concern back when concerns were lesser
Nowadays, I yearn to press the backspace button
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 heard the best of Jermaine
But that's insane, it couldn't be 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 than say it, but it spill out
I gotta 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 first I would smoke
I was 6-years-old, but that's for another
That's for story, to God be the glory
I made it out and now I sunbathe with my
son and sunrays thinking 'bout dumb days
'bout dumb days

This is