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 tried to The Artist with my girlfriend
But instead I lost the battle with Nyquil
Playing Double Dribble with my cousin
Now I'm ballin' everyday so dude that's gotta stand for
But it doesn't change the
Man, I'm hustlin', sandals up
My ankles, and thank you
Demons hate you you angel
Never been to prison, but I serve a
Grind you (?)
I'm sharin' experiments Seventh Day Adventists
And on the seventh day, I'mma y'all what the event is
signs, bottom line
Speak the truth and gon' hate you
it's funny
That's how I used to make
I don't roll the old, yeah they want something from me
Why the flow so
, why do hoes still me?
I know, don't bug me
I'm patron or or power,
Ain't nobody
My don't drink but she kill me over soda
homie, man you famous like Kony
My cousin bang Camp man (My cousin Camp man)
ATLien made it myself a month
Just enough to get, to get my rows in a
Just to make a faithful man wanna fuck
be tweetin' me their pictures, man I gotta look
And most of 'em couldn't the panels in my comic's book
This rapper's book, writer's book
They kinda
not a hook
I be killin' every nigga bronchitises