Luyện nghe bài hát Centipede

[Acapella
Mm mm mm
Doo doo doo da da da dum dum beh
Oh, eh, oh
all of our woe
We lost all of our whoa-oh, sad songs
Hey centipede, centipede, centipede, centipede, centipede...

Oh, eh, oh
all of our woe
We lost all of our whoa-oh, sad songs
Hey centipede, centipede, centipede...

1]
'Bino, you be my baby daddy, yup
I'm too fresh, man, the ain't never had me, yup
I'm too fresh, man, y'all never gave me that
Mountain, ain't no doubting, and these niggas won't hold me back
They hating him anyway
My roommate exercise, man, he that heavyweight
My girl ain't down to ride, couldn't with my day to day
I'm at my Grandma's house, man, I don't know what to say
"I'm sorry" but sorry don't pay the rent
I promise to pay you
And I know where he at
But him he missing out
His is cool as fuck
And me who be standing when them other ones giving up?
Let's keep it spontaneous, I don't that rehearsal
More flow, man, than commercials
Get the program, cause the plus loan that they putting us on
I got month before I take the bus home.

2]
I know this music shit ain't
And all random niggas in my house make you anxious
And I ain't never told you that our would be painless
But I was so in love with you I thought we could it
Damn, I in it
Damn, we wasn't
Damn, I got us
Damn, we went to
Prioritize on our and made you into a business
That's why you surprised when I had made my decision
Gotta it, cause if not I'm a failure, my wallet Azalea
And my still moving, ain't no shit I can tell him
Trying to him out of trouble, but the cops is wilding
nice to have a felon when the boys get violent
The Mexicans tried to jump me at the
Funny thing was I thought were stepping to show me love
Grandma's couch, my fear and fantasy
I ain't in her arms all I'm making is enemies
Here I'm obscenities at a nigga
Wanted to live bigger me
Them projects was eatin' our concept
If anyone walking out, is you talking about?
Gun Hill Road them summers feel cold
On the same train that my met on
Twenty years later and my pops still
High off of pressure, man, that's a
Got your own couch now but you feel better

Cos if not, I'm a
Cos if not, I'm a
Cos if not, I'm a

"It's not an unholy nigga, it's a Arab nigga in the store. You know what he want? Money, nigga. You know what your bitch want, you know why they feel they can't fuck you? Cos you don't have no money, my nigga. Bitches do not want a nigga with no money. Did you not learn this in Harlem? Lesson number one. You can't keep saying you a Harlem nigga and you don't want that skrilla, nigga. Come on B, it's home of the hustlers, nigga. That's all you gotta understand. It's the hood nigga. It's make guap or die, nigga."

"School him."

"What do you think? Cos he gotta know, my nigga. Money is not equal, nigga. Go tell them niggas in Polo you don't wanna make no money, nigga. What they gon' say, "Oh, he right"? Hell no, nigga. You think niggas like selling crack and shit nigga? You think niggas like putting crack in they ass nigga, and selling cracks out they ass? You think niggas like shooting niggas, my nigga? You think niggas like tucking packs? You think niggas like baggin up? You know how boring baggin' is, my nigga? It's so boring, my nigga. There is no underground, Joe Budden is on his fourth mixtape selling shit. The underground is hot. There is no underground nigga. You don't see Raekwon or none of these on the block. There's no more block, nigga, it's over for the block. You ask any nigga on the block, do they wanna be on the block? They gon' say no, nigga. Get your money, man. Stop trying to be gooned out.

"Hood niggas don't to be—"

"Hood don't want to be hood niggas, my nigga. Everything niggas do, everything niggas do is for money, my nigga. What's one thing that niggas do in the hood that isn't for money? What bitch would want a nigga with no money? Huh? Huh! ? Yo, slime! It's your time."