Luyện nghe bài hát Cocoa Buter

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

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

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

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

I'll prosciutto, legend, Rizzuto
Marijuana the pussy, I keep it crudo
raw, now I declare war
You in the league
I you how a man score
at my beard and my body like a grizzly
I'm shoulder 3 plates
Obama, EBT. I'm a G, supermarket
Still drinking out the bottle with the cheese plate
The Derek Harper the low Caesar, flow fever
More than likely in your ho's beaver
Drug smoke to my neck like a turkey
Dough dirty, make brother do a curtsy. no mercy, Van Buren cop Hershey
Square Tyson and I'm in the eating rare bison
Clam chowder, you ain't fucking with this
Straight from Queens, we're known 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 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 gonna do, you're gone?