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 cool for these
Someone please hand me my phone
So I can get back into my
Everyone just me alone
I'm just way too lit for
All I ever was a handful of 100's
All I need was a girl who could see the
Gold on my neck, boy, I ain't flex
But I'm shinin' so hard, blind people see it
Steppin' out the wagon, 200 thousand
Bright red paint, got it lookin' a dragon
That's what you get from a hard day of
I'm lit, man, all just [?]
Don't that sound familiar?
Lame-ass rhymes rap dudes deliver
Can't trust y'all, I stay live, familiar, knock walls
Nigga, down the pillars, hands to the ceiling
Hands in the air, spread that wealth, throw bands everywhere
Material shittin' on
Suck this dick, baby, I'ma shoot gold in your

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Welcome to the of the greed
Welcome to the of the slave
Run up in your house while you
What's the to the muhfuckin' safe?
Niggas goin' from the to the grave
You done fucked around and stumbled in the
to go Django unchained
Girls do to get backstage
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Money everything, but Pops taught me how to stack green up
[?] school friends selling
drugs out the house where I grew up
That's how you really give back to your
I don't settle for than getting what I need
I know people locked up for only using weed
How did Hilary get immunity,
Hahaha, I don't know why funny
Everyday is Halloween,
Myers, Jamie Lee, huh?
Freddie in your dreams, huh?
up clips and make a scene, huh?
They puttin' lies on the screen, and gold everything
We crazy, we jump around like marines
We rage the machine, nigga, we the kings
You
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