Luyện nghe bài hát Boblo Boat

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

Oh, is your world ain't nothing but a tryna get a nut.
Just jealous of everybody that's out on that Boblo boat.
It is the weather 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.
on Smooth FM

Nothing compared to our family
My uncle shook hands a manly grip
All hand-me-down 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 from my granny fist
That was 'fore I was born
Pop stories 'bout it that would last for hours-long
And as a family we was just so happy 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, smoking grass at the vintage food
Broken glass, waiting on you on the pool floor
I came my identity on the Boblo boat

That's where I lost my virginity, no condom,
That's paranoia hit me like when superstition does
Left my inhibitions I guess 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 that we
both grow up and turn to alcoholics,
The Boblo

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

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

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

Yeah,
Twist the cap, lift the back, swig it
D-k it, ten-inch rims on my mama's
Ten-inch woofers in the trunk, to be
They bump, the license plate, plus the windows tinted
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

Piling up bros we was clothing on a dresser
Calling up hoes we was Jodeci, let's check her
Double D's 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 ni-ga 'til I undress her, I gotta 'press her

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

The truth is that my new sh-t slap, you heard it better
Give me a sec, I murder
Prefer to let you see it than say it, but it spill out
I gotta 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 time I would smoke
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 thinking 'bout dumb days
Thinking dumb days

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