Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Smoker

Still a smoking
dropping
Good
Muh'
Motha, shut mouth
Still a chain
Name
Good
fucking
Motha, shut mouth
broken
Frank listening
Stain hitting, satin gripping
dripping
Motha, shut mouth

pray for the god, oh lord
I wonder Michael's on
Son jammin' to his
trappin' trippin' 'cid
And sniffing glue and Vicodin
Shoulda died- YOLO was a lie
And you a liar why you wanna die so young
You and I look just
And I'm afraid this one right here
Might be last time I write a song
Lot of niggas wanna go out with a
But I tryna 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 bands joint, wanna hold hands
Old school for my own old man

Still a smoking
Name
Good
Muh'
Motha, shut your
Brain
Frank Ocean
Stain hitting, satin woodgrain
Paint
Motha, shut mouth

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

Why toss my filter when she my life?
The same shit that kills us, always taste so
That's why I 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, 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 your
broken
Frank Ocean
Stain hitting, satin gripping
Paint
Motha, shut your

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

a chain smoking
Name
Good
fucking
Motha, shut your
broken
Frank Ocean
Stain hitting, woodgrain gripping
Paint
Motha, your mouth