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 Ocean
Stain hitting, satin gripping
Paint
Motha, shut your

pray for the god, oh lord
I wonder Michael's on
Son to his shit
Rappin' trappin' trippin'
And glue and chewing Vicodin
Shoulda died- YOLO was a lie
And you a wonder why you wanna die so young
You and I look alike
And I'm afraid that this one right
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 joint gotta be a dance
From an introspective out standpoint
Throw bands joint, wanna hold joint
Old for my own old man joint

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

part right here, right now
Right here, part my shit
I this so loud in the car
I forget to my whip
I lean back, spark my shit
I turn up, I talk my
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 kills us, always so right
That's why I to the dear 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, on fire
Flyer on the I'm brighter
In the darkness of the
In the sky I get higher,

Still a chain
dropping
Good
Muh'
Motha, shut mouth
Brain
Ocean listening
Stain hitting, satin gripping
dripping
Motha, shut your

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

Still a smoking
Name
looking
Muh'
Motha, shut mouth
Brain
Frank listening
Stain hitting, satin woodgrain
dripping
Motha, shut mouth