Luyện nghe bài hát Bronchitis

Fiji water and a box of old
I got a real taste for dyin' but I do it yet
I tried to The Artist with my girlfriend
But instead I lost the with some Nyquil
Playing Double Dribble with my older
Now I'm ballin' so dude that's gotta stand for something
But it change the subject
Man, I'm hustlin', cuttin' up
My ankles, please and you
hate you when you angel
Never been to prison, but I serve a
when you (?)
I'm sharin' experiments with Day Adventists
And on the seventh day, I'mma show what the event is
signs, bottom line
Speak the truth and gon' hate you
it's funny
That's how I used to money
I don't roll with the old, 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 but she kill me over soda
Damn homie, man you like Kony
My cousin bang Camp man (My cousin bang man)
made it myself about a month
Just enough to get, to get my rows in a
Just enough to make a faithful man wanna
be tweetin' me their pictures, man I gotta look
And most of 'em couldn't handle the panels in my book
This rapper's book, writer's book
They kinda
not a hook
I be killin' nigga with bronchitises