Luyện nghe bài hát Boblo Boat

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

Oh, is world ain't nothing but a squirrel tryna get a nut.
Just jealous of everybody that's 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 rear lights.
Some Rizla green.
But do this.
on Smooth FM

Nothing to our family trips
My shook hands with 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 business from my fist
was back 'fore 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 got along
On the boat

Uh, on our way to black amusement park
roller coasters, crack sold on plastic scooter cards
Uh, grass at the vintage food court
Broken glass, on you on the swimming pool floor
I came across my on the Boblo boat

where I lost my virginity, no condom, though
That's when paranoia hit me when superstition does
my inhibitions I guess where my supervision 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 Boblo

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

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

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

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

Piling up like 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 don't come with game on how to finesse her
Five semesters until college, I'm under pressure
I'm not a real ni-ga 'til I undress her, I 'press her

This was my main concern back when concerns lesser
Nowadays, I yearn to press the backspace button
Or hit return, but is not no word processor
Most would burn the sess to
burn the stress of my real-life
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 my new sh-t slap, you never heard it better
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 note those times 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 another story, to God be the
I made it out unscathed and now I with my
son and sunrays thinking 'bout dumb days
Thinking 'bout days

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