Luyện nghe bài hát Boblo Boat

Cruising down the river. 'til 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 Island

Oh, is your world ain't 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 medium lights.
Harvey Rizla green.
But do this.
on Smooth FM

Nothing compared to our family
My uncle shook with a manly 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 my granny fist
That was back I was born
Pop told stories 'bout it would last for hours-long
And as a family we was just so happy when him and mama got
On the Boblo

Uh, on our way to that amusement park
Wood roller coasters, crack sold on plastic cards
Uh, smoking grass at the vintage court
glass, waiting 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 paranoia hit me like when superstition does
my inhibitions I guess where my supervision was
Parties on the way to the would be the livest, though
First time big bro hit the was on the Boblo boat

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

Hey, hey, hey. green. Come here. Hey, hit this,
ni-ga. Ni-ga, worry 'bout what the fu-k it is. Just drink
Yeah, yeah, yeah,

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

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

Yeah,
Twist the cap, the bottle back, swig it
D-k it, ten-inch on my mama's Civic
woofers 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, driving it slow as if stolen

Piling up like we was clothing on a dresser
Calling up hoes we was Jodeci, let's check her
Double D's like double-deckers, I sex her
But these keys don't come with on how to finesse her
Five semesters until college, I'm under pressure
I'm not a real ni-ga 'til I 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 processor
Most would burn the sess to
the stress of my real-life trauma
Plus fickle ni-as thinking they 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 never 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 pull out
We had no boat,

but I could note those times is like a quote
BC, before cellphones, the first time I would
I was 6-years-old, but that's for chapter
for another story, to God be the glory
I made it out and now I sunbathe with my
son and Tanzanian sunrays 'bout dumb days
'bout dumb days

This is