Luyện nghe bài hát Cocoa Buter

Albanian style, rock leathers in the
I'll shoot my cousin for nothing, man
Go fam with no problems, on some normal shit
from Skopje, Macedonia, the floral lit
Licorice liquor, one cube, a of water
Watch it mix, turn white like the Duchess'
I'm in the corner puffing with the musky odor
back of your throat, cup of soda
Uh, this is Bam Bam Bigelow, Queens to 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
gun, the serial is scratched off
Armed like in his prime, blast off

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

Push your seat back, the 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, low, hit that
This happens throughout the night
Now my eyes are like diamonds, that's looking blue-ish in the
Like a prism, out hope, honor, and optimism
stop it till we're coastal on the aqua mission
Reach my hand in the water and grab a
Silhouette you see reflection of light, right off the
a half moon, wavy like 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
get washed up like turtles on the beaches
It's mating season 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 till the day we're there

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

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

On and on, what you gonna do, while gone?