Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Smoker

Still a chain
dropping
Good
fucking
Motha, your mouth
Still a chain
Name
Good
Muh'
Motha, shut your
broken
Frank listening
Stain hitting, satin woodgrain
dripping
Motha, your mouth

Somebody pray for the god, oh
I wonder Michael's on
Son jammin' to his
trappin' trippin' 'cid
And sniffing and chewing Vicodin
Shoulda yelling YOLO was a lie
And you a liar wonder why you wanna die so
You and I look just
And I'm afraid this one right here
Might be last time that I write a
Lot of wanna go out with a bang
But I ain't go out at all
So I ain't go out at all
Got a lot of still to throw out the door
Last chance gotta be a dance joint
an introspective drugged out standpoint
Throw bands joint, wanna hold joint
Old for my own old man joint

Still a chain
dropping
Good
Muh'
Motha, your mouth
broken
Frank Ocean
Stain hitting, satin woodgrain
Paint
Motha, shut mouth

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

Why toss my when she saved my life?
The same shit kills us, always taste so right
why I pray to the dear lord
God who he be
Truth be told he me
me to the lucy leaf
Oh oh oh, I the light, I lost my lighter
Bic flick, kick the habit and the bucket, fuck supplier
Lies, Levis on
Flyer on the I'm brighter
In the darkness of the
In the sky I get higher,

a chain smoking
Name
looking
Muh'
Motha, shut mouth
broken
Frank listening
Stain hitting, woodgrain gripping
Paint
Motha, shut mouth

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

a chain smoking
Name
looking
Muh'
Motha, shut your
Brain
Frank listening
Stain hitting, woodgrain gripping
Paint
Motha, shut your