Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Smoker

Still a smoking
Name
Good
Muh'
Motha, shut mouth
Still a chain
dropping
Good
fucking
Motha, shut your
Brain
Frank Ocean
Stain hitting, woodgrain gripping
dripping
Motha, shut mouth

Somebody for the god, oh lord
I wonder what on
Son jammin' to his
trappin' trippin' 'cid
And sniffing glue and Vicodin
Shoulda died- YOLO was a lie
And you a wonder why you wanna die so young
You and I look alike
And I'm afraid this one right here
Might be last time that I a song
Lot of niggas go out with a bang
But I ain't go out at all
So I tryna go out at all
Got a lot of still to throw out the door
Last chance joint be a dance joint
From an introspective out standpoint
bands joint, wanna hold hands joint
Old for my own old man joint

a chain smoking
Name
Good
Muh'
Motha, your mouth
broken
Frank Ocean
Stain hitting, woodgrain gripping
dripping
Motha, your mouth

This right here, right now
Right here, this my shit
I play so loud in the car
I forget to my whip
I lean back, then my shit
I turn up, I talk my
you love all of my shit
I hope you all of my shit (Igh)

Why toss my filter when she saved my
The same shit that kills us, taste so right
That's why I to the dear lord
God who he be
Truth be he juiced me
me to the lucy leaf
Oh oh oh, I the light, I lost my lighter
Bic flick, kick the and the bucket, fuck your supplier
Lies, on fire
Flyer on the I'm brighter
In the darkness of the
In the sky I get higher,

Still a chain
dropping
Good
Muh'
Motha, shut your
broken
Frank Ocean
Stain hitting, woodgrain gripping
dripping
Motha, shut your

This right here, right now
here, this part my shit
I play this so in the car
I forget to my whip
I lean back, spark my shit
I turn up, I my shit
Hope you all of my shit
I you love all of my shit (Igh)

Still a smoking
Name
Good
Muh'
Motha, shut mouth
Brain
Frank listening
hitting, satin woodgrain gripping
Paint
Motha, shut mouth