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 Double Dribble my older cousin
Now I'm ballin' everyday so dude that's gotta stand for
But it doesn't the subject
Man, I'm hustlin', sandals up
My ankles, please and you
Demons hate you when you
Never to prison, but I serve a sentence
Grind you (?)
I'm sharin' with Seventh Day Adventists
And on the seventh day, show y'all what the event is
signs, bottom line
Speak the truth and everybody gon' you
it's funny
That's how I used to money
I don't roll the old, yeah they want something from me
Why the so dummy
, why do hoes love me?
I don't know, bug me
I'm or bubbly or power,
Ain't sober
My mama don't drink but she kill me soda
homie, man you famous like Kony
My cousin bang Camp man (My cousin Camp man)
ATLien it myself about a month
enough to get, to get my rows in a duck
Just enough to make a faithful man fuck
Girls be tweetin' me pictures, man I gotta look
And most of 'em handle the panels in my comic's book
rapper's book, this writer's book
They kinda
It's not a
I be every nigga with bronchitises