Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Smoker

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

Somebody for the god, oh lord
I wonder what on
Son to his shit
Rappin' trippin' 'cid
And sniffing glue and Vicodin
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 right
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 ideas still to out the door
Last chance joint gotta be a dance
From an introspective drugged out
Throw bands joint, wanna hold joint
Old school for my own old man

Still a smoking
Name
looking
Muh'
Motha, shut your
Brain
Frank Ocean
hitting, satin woodgrain gripping
Paint
Motha, shut your

This part here, right now
here, this part my shit
I this so loud in the car
I to park my whip
I lean back, spark my shit
I turn up, I my shit
you love all of my shit
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 leaf
Oh oh oh, I seen the light, I lost my
Bic flick, kick the habit and the bucket, your supplier
Lies, on fire
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 your
Brain
Frank Ocean
Stain hitting, satin 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, then my shit
I up, I talk my shit
you love all of my shit
I hope you love all of my (Igh)

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