Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Smoker

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

Somebody for the god, oh lord
I what Michael's on
Son to his shit
Rappin' trappin' 'cid
And sniffing glue and chewing
Shoulda yelling YOLO was a lie
And you a wonder why you wanna die so young
You and I look just
And I'm afraid that this one here
Might be time that I write a song
Lot of niggas wanna go out a bang
But I tryna go out at all
So I tryna go out at all
Got a lot of ideas still to out the door
Last chance joint gotta be a dance
From an drugged out standpoint
bands joint, wanna hold hands joint
Old school for my own old man

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

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

Why my filter when she saved my life?
The same shit that kills us, always taste so
That's why I pray to the lord
God who he be
be told he juiced me
Introduced me to the lucy
Oh oh oh, I the light, I lost my lighter
Bic flick, kick the habit and the bucket, your supplier
Lies, on fire
on the wall I'm brighter
In the of the night
In the sky I get higher,

a chain smoking
Name
looking
Muh'
Motha, shut your
Brain
Ocean listening
Stain hitting, satin gripping
Paint
Motha, shut mouth

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

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