Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Smoker

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

Somebody pray for the god, oh
I wonder what on
Son jammin' to his
Rappin' trippin' 'cid
And sniffing glue and Vicodin
died- yelling YOLO was a lie
And you a wonder why you wanna die so young
You and I look alike
And I'm afraid that one right here
Might be last time that I write a
Lot of niggas wanna go out with a
But I ain't go out at all
So I ain't go out at all
Got a lot of still to throw out the door
Last chance joint be a dance joint
From an introspective out standpoint
Throw bands joint, wanna hold hands
Old for my own old man joint

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

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

Why toss my filter when she my life?
The same shit that us, always taste so right
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 my lighter
Bic flick, kick the habit and the bucket, fuck supplier
Lies, on fire
on the wall 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 woodgrain
Paint
Motha, shut mouth

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

Still a chain
Name
Good
fucking
Motha, shut mouth
broken
Frank Ocean
Stain hitting, woodgrain gripping
dripping
Motha, shut mouth