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 all of our whoa-oh, sad love songs
Hey centipede, centipede, centipede...

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

2]
I know music shit ain't shit
And all these random niggas in my house make you
And I ain't never you that our love would be painless
But I was so in love you I thought we could make it
Damn, I in it
Damn, we finished
Damn, I got us
Damn, we to Venice
on our lives and made you into a business
That's why you surprised when I had made my decision
Gotta make it, cause if not I'm a failure, my wallet
And my brother still moving, ain't no shit I can him
Trying to keep him out of trouble, but the is wilding
It's to have a felon when the boys get violent
The tried to jump me at the club
Funny thing was I thought were stepping to show me love
Grandma's couch, my biggest fear and
When I ain't in her arms all I'm making is
Here I'm obscenities at a nigga
to live bigger than me
Them Etowah projects was our concept
If anyone out, what is you talking about?
Gun Hill Road them summers feel cold
On the same train that my met on
Twenty later and my pops still ghetto
off of pressure, man, that's a stiletto
Got your own couch now but you don't 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 with 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 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 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 niggas 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 don't want to be—"

"Hood niggas don't want to be hood niggas, my nigga. Everything niggas do, 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."