Luyện nghe bài hát Boing Boing

Z-E-R-O-S, right
I pay way too much for my
I pay way too on my clothes
I'm just too damn for these hoes
Someone just hand me my phone
So I can get into my zone
Everyone just me alone
I'm just way too lit for
All I ever wanted was a of 100's
All I ever was a girl who could see the
on my neck, boy, I ain't tryna flex
But I'm shinin' so hard, even people see it
out the wagon, it's 200 thousand
Bright red paint, got it lookin' like a
That's what you get from a hard day of
I'm lit, man, all just [?]
Don't that shit familiar?
rhymes these rap dudes 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 them everywhere
Material shittin' on
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 to the muhfuckin' safe?
Niggas goin' from the to the grave
You done fucked around and in the cave
to go Django unchained
Girls do to get backstage
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ain't everything, but Pops taught me how to stack green up
[?] high friends selling
out the same house where I grew up
That's how you give back to your community
I don't settle for less than what I need
I know people that's locked up for using weed
How did get immunity, huh?
Hahaha, I don't why that's funny
is Halloween, huh?
Michael Myers, Jamie Lee,
Freddie in your dreams, huh?
up clips and make a scene, huh?
They lies on the screen, black and gold everything
We going crazy, we jump around marines
We against the machine, nigga, we the kings
You
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