Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Smoker

Still a smoking
Name
Good
Muh'
Motha, shut mouth
Still a chain
Name
Good
fucking
Motha, your mouth
broken
Frank listening
hitting, satin woodgrain gripping
Paint
Motha, your mouth

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

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

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

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

Still a smoking
dropping
Good
fucking
Motha, shut mouth
Brain
Frank listening
hitting, satin woodgrain gripping
Paint
Motha, shut your

part right here, right now
Right here, part my shit
I this so loud in the car
I to park my whip
I lean back, then 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
dropping
Good
Muh'
Motha, your mouth
Brain
Ocean listening
Stain hitting, satin gripping
dripping
Motha, shut your