Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Smoker

Still a smoking
dropping
Good
fucking
Motha, your mouth
a chain smoking
Name
Good
Muh'
Motha, shut mouth
Brain
Ocean listening
Stain hitting, satin woodgrain
Paint
Motha, shut your

Somebody pray for the god, oh
I wonder Michael's on
Son jammin' to his
Rappin' trappin' 'cid
And sniffing and chewing Vicodin
died- yelling YOLO was a lie
And you a liar why you wanna die so young
You and I look alike
And I'm afraid that this one here
Might be last time that I write a
Lot of niggas wanna go out with a
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
Last chance joint be a dance joint
From an introspective out standpoint
bands joint, wanna hold hands joint
Old school for my own old man

a chain smoking
Name
Good
Muh'
Motha, your mouth
broken
Frank Ocean
Stain hitting, woodgrain gripping
dripping
Motha, shut mouth

This part here, right now
here, this part my shit
I this so loud 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 hope you all of my shit (Igh)

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

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

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

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