Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Smoker

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

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

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

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, spark my shit
I turn up, I my shit
you love all of my shit
I you love all of my shit (Igh)

Why my filter 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 he juiced me
Introduced me to the leaf
Oh oh oh, I seen the light, I lost my
Bic flick, the habit 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 mouth
Brain
Frank Ocean
Stain hitting, woodgrain gripping
dripping
Motha, shut mouth

This part here, right now
Right here, part my shit
I play so loud in the car
I forget to park my
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)

Still a chain
dropping
Good
fucking
Motha, shut your
Brain
Ocean listening
Stain hitting, satin gripping
Paint
Motha, shut mouth