Luyện nghe bài hát Cocoa Buter

Albanian style, leathers in the sand
I'll my cousin for nothing, dominant man
Go visit fam no problems, on some normal shit
Straight from Skopje, Macedonia, the lit
Licorice liquor, one cube, a touch of
Watch it mix, turn white the Duchess' daughter
I'm in the puffing Ganja with the musky odor
Destination of your throat, cup of soda
Uh, this is Bam Bam Bigelow, to Asbury Park connect, Figaro
My uniform Carhartt and Gore-tex athletic horses on my chest and on my short sets
The Leslie Nielsen of the weed and the
This is Bronsolinni, 33 and the 3rd, kid
Naked gun, the serial is off
Armed Rocket in his prime, blast off

On and on, it through, we won
stop till the day we're there
On and on, it through, we won
Never stop the day we're there

Push your seat back, the Henderson of rap
Jets hat, a little blubber lie the 6 pack
Summer time I cop the musket the kick back
sit back, stand up, eyes low, hit that
This happens throughout the night
Now my eyes are like diamonds, that's looking in the light
Like a prism, out hope, honor, and optimism
Never stop it we're coastal on the aqua mission
Reach my hand in the and grab a tuna
you see reflection of light, right off the Mezzaluna
That's a half moon, wavy my man's fade
The carry-all, color, tan, suede
Handmade, hand blades, carve up your features, I'm a
Section 39, I'm in the
Fiends get up like turtles on the beaches
It's mating make the verbal for your speakers

On and on, it 'til, we won
Never stop the day we're there
On and on, it 'til, we won
Never stop till the day there

prosciutto, legend, Phil Rizzuto
Marijuana like the pussy, I keep it
That's raw, now I war
You in the league
I you how a man score
Look at my beard and my body a grizzly
I'm shoulder 3 plates
Obama, EBT. I'm a G, sweepstakes
drinking vintage out the bottle with the cheese plate
The Derek Harper with the low Caesar, fever
than likely digging in your ho's beaver
Drug smoke to my just like a turkey
dirty, make your brother do a curtsy. no mercy, Van Buren cop Hershey
Square Tyson and I'm in the mountains eating rare
Clam chowder, you ain't with this man-power
Straight from Queens, where we're to make your plans sour

On and on, it 'til, we won
Never stop till the day there
On and on, it 'til, we won
Never stop till the day we're
On and on, it 'til, we won won
Never stop till the day there there, oh oh yeah oh

On and on, what you gonna do, you're gone?