Luyện nghe bài hát Cocoa Buter

Albanian style, rock leathers in the
shoot my cousin for nothing, dominant man
Go visit fam with no problems, on 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 back of your throat, cup of
Uh, is Bam Bam Bigelow, Queens to Asbury Park connect, Figaro
My uniform Carhartt and Gore-tex athletic horses on my chest and on my short sets
The Nielsen of the weed and the words
This is Bronsolinni, 33 and the 3rd, kid
Naked gun, the is scratched off
Armed Rocket in his prime, blast off

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

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

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

I'll prosciutto, legend, Phil
Marijuana the pussy, I keep it crudo
That's raw, now I war
You in the women's
I show you how a man
Look at my beard and my body a grizzly
I'm shoulder pressing 3
Obama, EBT. I'm a G, sweepstakes
Still drinking vintage out the bottle with the plate
The Derek Harper with the low Caesar, fever
More than digging in your ho's beaver
Drug smoke to my neck just a turkey
Dough dirty, 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 fucking 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
stop till the day we're there
On and on, it 'til, we won won
Never stop the day we're there there, oh oh yeah oh

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