Luyện nghe bài hát Bronchitis

Fiji water and a box of old
I got a taste for dyin' but I ain't do it yet
I tried to watch The Artist with my
But instead I the battle with some Nyquil
Double Dribble with my older cousin
Now I'm ballin' everyday so that's gotta stand for something
But it doesn't change the
Man, I'm hustlin', cuttin' up
My ankles, and thank you
hate you when you angel
Never been to prison, but I serve a
Grind you (?)
I'm sharin' experiments with Seventh Day
And on the seventh day, I'mma show what the event is
signs, bottom line
Speak the truth and gon' hate you
Unless funny
That's how I used to make
I don't roll with the old, they want something from me
Why the flow so
, why do hoes love me?
I know, don't bug me
I'm patron or or power,
nobody sober
My mama don't drink but she kill me soda
homie, man you famous like Kony
My cousin bang Camp man (My cousin bang man)
made it myself about a month
Just to get, to get my rows in a duck
Just enough to make a faithful man fuck
be tweetin' me their pictures, man I gotta look
And most of 'em couldn't handle the panels in my comic's
This rapper's book, writer's book
kinda shook
It's not a
I be every nigga with bronchitises