Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Smoker

Still a smoking
dropping
Good
Muh'
Motha, shut mouth
Still a chain
dropping
Good
fucking
Motha, your mouth
Brain
Frank listening
Stain hitting, woodgrain gripping
dripping
Motha, your mouth

Somebody for the god, oh lord
I wonder Michael's on
Son to his shit
trappin' trippin' 'cid
And sniffing glue and Vicodin
Shoulda died- yelling was a lie
And you a liar wonder why you die so young
You and I just alike
And I'm afraid this one right here
Might be last that I write a song
Lot of niggas go out with a bang
But I ain't go out at all
So I tryna go out at all
Got a lot of ideas still to out the door
Last chance joint gotta be a joint
From an introspective drugged out
Throw bands joint, wanna hold hands
Old school for my own old man

Still a smoking
dropping
Good
Muh'
Motha, shut your
broken
Frank listening
Stain hitting, woodgrain gripping
dripping
Motha, shut mouth

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

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

Still a smoking
Name
looking
Muh'
Motha, shut your
broken
Frank listening
Stain hitting, woodgrain gripping
dripping
Motha, shut mouth

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

a chain smoking
Name
looking
Muh'
Motha, your mouth
Brain
Frank Ocean
Stain hitting, satin gripping
dripping
Motha, shut your