Luyện nghe bài hát Boblo Boat

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

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

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

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

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

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 worry 'bout the fu-k it is. Just drink
Yeah, yeah, yeah,

Some of my better times I said true
I said were true,
Sh-t, all of my better days I said true
I were true, sh-t
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 this rat race,

Yeah,
Twist the cap, lift the back, swig it
D-k it, ten-inch rims on my Civic
Ten-inch in the trunk, to be specific
They bump, rattle the plate, plus the windows tinted
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

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 with game on how to finesse her
Five semesters until college, I'm under pressure
I'm not a real ni-ga I undress her, I gotta 'press her

This was my main concern when concerns were lesser
Nowadays, I often yearn to press the backspace
Or hit return, but life is not no word
Most folks would the sess to
burn the stress of my trauma
Plus fickle ni-as thinking they done the best of Jermaine Lamarr
But insane, it couldn't be further 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 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 times is like a Bible
BC, before cellphones, the first time I would
I was 6-years-old, but that's for chapter
That's for story, to God be the glory
I made it out unscathed and now I sunbathe my
son and Tanzanian sunrays 'bout dumb days
Thinking dumb days

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