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 instead I lost the with some Nyquil
Playing Dribble with my older cousin
Now I'm ballin' everyday so dude that's gotta stand for
But it doesn't change the
Man, I'm hustlin', cuttin' up
My ankles, please and you
hate you when you angel
Never to prison, but I serve a sentence
when you (?)
I'm sharin' experiments with Day Adventists
And on the seventh day, I'mma show y'all the event is
signs, bottom line
Speak the truth and gon' hate you
Unless funny
That's how I used to money
I don't roll the old, yeah they want something from me
Why the flow so
, why do still love me?
I don't know, bug me
I'm patron or or power,
nobody sober
My mama don't drink but she kill me soda
Damn homie, man you like Kony
My cousin bang Camp man (My cousin bang man)
ATLien made it myself about a
Just to get, to get my rows in a duck
enough to make a faithful man wanna fuck
Girls be me their pictures, man I gotta look
And of 'em couldn't handle the panels in my comic's book
This book, this writer's book
They shook
It's not a
I be killin' every nigga bronchitises