Luyện nghe bài hát Christopher DRONEr

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Bunch of fuckin'
Bunch of drones, can't for your own

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Can't think for own

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Out my all I see is Babylon, grab your gun
You ain't a tonight, you won't live to see the mornin' sun
Yellow tape, pistols in face, hold on, show no weakness
Money, murder, grab your burner, cabins burnin', is free?
Soulo, I'm the one you heard about
Fuck's into Herbert now? He's so foul he's got birds around
Had it my way like it's Burger King, you don't want beef, put burger down
Don't go my coalition, you can kiss my Colin Powell
Guess it's in my heritage, I double-cross and go ape shit
Psychedelic, she left on her heels and I'm chewin' pills, I can't shit
My dick like a spaceship, "Stairway to Heaven" on my playlist
On 9/11 I called 9-1-1 and the voice said this

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Can't think for own

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This ain't no manifesto, you niggas me
My manifest O's of the Oakley
High tech sippin' high like Detroit Red used to coach me
AB, see he, D-E, F (most G)
No pen though, I just this shit out the wind, bro
Ain't got shit to lose, but a win bro, it's a win, bro, this shit's
Gettin' dough Papa John, your momma all on Papa John
Ain't got no chain, I ain't no slave, ain't got no watch, I got the time
The SWAT team got and I'm thinkin' 'bout coppin' mine
Literally, a pair of shoes, I'm cockin' nines, yeah you to shoot
Headline, Ab-Soul facin' fed
Rewind, it wasn't 'bout that, no rat but I'm dimes
Iceberg Slim with the furs on, I war, that's real talk
All my life, I knew I was ill, R on the billboard
In God I trust, I no fool, no
But on the real, I hope my credit card does too, Soul

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I bought some Wang, after I heard "New Slaves"
and bought some Alexander Wang, after I heard "New Slaves"
Y'all niggas can't fuck Soul, y'all niggas can't fuck with Soul
Y'all niggas can't fuck with Soul, y'all niggas can't fuck Soul