Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Smoker

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

Somebody pray for the god, oh
I wonder what on
Son to his shit
Rappin' trappin' 'cid
And glue and chewing Vicodin
Shoulda died- YOLO was a lie
And you a liar wonder why you wanna die so
You and I look alike
And I'm that this one right here
Might be last time I write a song
Lot of niggas go out with a bang
But I tryna go out at all
So I tryna go out at all
Got a lot of ideas still to throw out the
Last chance gotta be a dance joint
From an drugged out standpoint
Throw joint, wanna hold hands joint
Old for my own old man joint

a chain smoking
Name
looking
Muh'
Motha, shut mouth
broken
Frank Ocean
Stain hitting, satin woodgrain
Paint
Motha, shut your

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

Why toss my when she saved my life?
The same shit that kills us, always so right
why I pray to the dear lord
God who he be
be told 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
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
broken
Frank Ocean
Stain hitting, woodgrain gripping
dripping
Motha, shut mouth

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

Still a chain
Name
looking
Muh'
Motha, shut mouth
broken
Frank listening
Stain hitting, satin gripping
dripping
Motha, shut your