Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Smoker

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

Somebody pray for the god, oh
I wonder Michael's on
Son jammin' to his
Rappin' trippin' 'cid
And sniffing glue and chewing
died- yelling YOLO was a lie
And you a liar wonder why you wanna die so
You and I look alike
And I'm afraid this one right here
Might be last time that I a song
Lot of niggas wanna go out a bang
But I tryna go out at all
So I ain't go out at all
Got a lot of ideas to throw out the door
chance joint gotta be a dance joint
From an drugged out standpoint
Throw bands joint, hold hands joint
Old school for my own old man

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

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

Why toss my filter she saved my life?
The shit that kills us, always taste so right
That's why I pray to the dear
God who he be
Truth be told he 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, on fire
Flyer on the wall I'm
In the darkness of the
In the sky I get higher,

a chain smoking
Name
Good
fucking
Motha, shut mouth
Brain
Ocean listening
Stain hitting, woodgrain gripping
dripping
Motha, shut mouth

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

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