Luyện nghe bài hát Boblo Boat

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

Oh, is your world ain't nothing but a squirrel get a nut.
Just jealous of that's headed out on that Boblo boat.
It is the perfect weather and the 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.
Some Rizla green.
But do this.
on Smooth FM

Nothing to our family trips
My uncle hands with a manly grip
All this sh-t I had had an uncanny fit
All the gangstas I had in my had me anti-bi-ch
My granddaddy caught the business from my granny 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 happy when him and got along
On the Boblo

Uh, on our way to that black amusement
Wood roller coasters, crack sold on plastic cards
Uh, smoking grass at the vintage food
Broken glass, waiting on you on the swimming pool
I came across my identity on the boat

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

But one of us knew that we would
both up and turn to alcoholics, though
The boat

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

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

Yeah,
Twist the cap, the bottle back, swig it
D-k it, ten-inch on my mama's Civic
Ten-inch in the trunk, to be specific
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, it slow as if it's stolen

Piling up bros like we was clothing on a
Calling up hoes we was Jodeci, let's check her
D's like 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 'til I undress her, I gotta 'press her

This was my concern back when concerns were lesser
Nowadays, I often to press the backspace button
Or hit return, but life is not no processor
Most folks would burn the to
burn the stress of my real-life
Plus fickle thinking they done heard the best of Jermaine Lamarr
But that's insane, it couldn't be further of

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

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