Luyện nghe bài hát Boing Boing

Z-E-R-O-S, right
I pay way too for my flights
I pay way too on my clothes
I'm just too damn for these hoes
please just hand me my phone
So I can get into my zone
just leave me alone
I'm way too lit for this
All I ever wanted was a handful of
All I ever need was a who could see the
Gold on my neck, boy, I ain't flex
But I'm so hard, even blind people see it
Steppin' out the wagon, 200 thousand
Bright red paint, got it like a dragon
That's what you get a hard day of trappin'
I'm lit, man, it's all [?]
Don't that shit familiar?
Lame-ass rhymes these rap deliver
Can't y'all, I stay live, familiar, knock down walls
Nigga, down the pillars, hands to the ceiling
Hands in the air, spread that wealth, throw bands everywhere
Material on royalty
Suck this dick, baby, I'ma shoot in your hair

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to the land of the greed
Welcome to the of the slave
Run up in house while you sleep
What's the number to the muhfuckin'
Niggas goin' from the cradle to the
You done fucked around and in the cave
'Bout to go unchained
Girls do anything to get
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Money ain't everything, but Pops taught me how to green up
[?] school friends selling
drugs out the same house I grew up
how you really give back to your community
I don't settle for less than getting what I
I know people locked up for only using weed
How did get immunity, huh?
Hahaha, I don't why that's funny
Everyday is Halloween,
Michael Myers, Jamie Lee,
Freddie Kruger in your dreams,
Load up and make a scene, huh?
They puttin' on the screen, black and gold everything
We crazy, we jump around like marines
We rage the machine, nigga, we the kings
You
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