Luyện nghe bài hát Boblo Boat

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

Oh, is your world ain't but a squirrel tryna get a nut.
jealous of everybody that's headed out on that Boblo boat.
It is the perfect 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 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 gangstas I had in my family had me
My mistress caught the business from my granny fist
That was back I was born
Pop told stories 'bout it that would for hours-long
And as a family we was just so happy him and mama got along
On the Boblo

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

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

But neither one of us that we would
grow up and turn to alcoholics, though
The Boblo

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

Some of my better I said were true
I said were true,
Sh-t, all of my better days I were 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, wake up, up, wake up again
inside this rat race, fu-k

Yeah,
Twist the cap, lift the bottle back, it
D-k it, rims on my mama's Civic
woofers in the trunk, to be specific
They bump, rattle the license plate, plus the tinted
Don't 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

up bros like we was clothing on a dresser
Calling up hoes like we was Jodeci, let's her
Double D's like double-deckers, I 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 her, I gotta 'press her

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

The is that 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 never out
We had no boat,

but I note those times is like a Bible quote
BC, before cellphones, the first time I would
I was 6-years-old, but that's for chapter
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 dumb

is 808-Ray