Luyện nghe bài hát Bronchitis

Fiji and a box of old Raisinets
I got a taste for dyin' but I ain't do it yet
I to watch The Artist with my girlfriend
But I lost the battle with some Nyquil
Playing Double Dribble my older cousin
Now I'm ballin' so dude that's gotta stand for something
But it change the subject
Man, I'm hustlin', sandals up
My ankles, and thank you
hate you when you angel
Never been to prison, but I a sentence
when you (?)
I'm experiments with Seventh Day Adventists
And on the day, I'mma show y'all what the event is
Dollar signs, bottom
Speak the truth and gon' hate you
Unless funny
That's how I to make money
I don't roll with the old, they want something from me
Why the so dummy
, why do hoes still me?
I know, don't bug me
I'm patron or or power,
nobody sober
My mama don't but she kill me over soda
Damn homie, man you like Kony
My cousin bang Camp man (My bang Camp man)
ATLien it myself about a month
Just enough to get, to get my in a duck
Just enough to make a faithful man wanna
Girls be tweetin' me pictures, man I gotta look
And of 'em couldn't handle the panels in my comic's book
This rapper's book, writer's book
They kinda
It's not a
I be killin' every nigga bronchitises