Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Smoker

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

Somebody pray for the god, oh
I wonder Michael's on
Son to his shit
Rappin' trappin' 'cid
And sniffing glue and chewing
Shoulda died- YOLO was a lie
And you a liar why you wanna 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 wanna go out with a bang
But I ain't go out at all
So I tryna go out at all
Got a lot of still to throw out the door
Last chance gotta be a dance joint
From an drugged out standpoint
Throw bands joint, hold hands joint
Old for my own old man joint

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

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

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

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

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

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