Luyện nghe bài hát Cocoa Buter

Albanian style, rock leathers in the
I'll shoot my for nothing, dominant man
Go visit fam with no problems, on normal shit
Straight from Skopje, Macedonia, the lit
Licorice liquor, one cube, a of water
it mix, turn white like the Duchess' daughter
I'm in the corner puffing Ganja the musky odor
Destination back of your throat, cup of
Uh, this is Bam Bam Bigelow, Queens to Park connect, Figaro
My Carhartt sweats and Gore-tex athletic horses on my chest and on my short sets
The Leslie Nielsen of the and the words
is Action 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
Never till the day we're there

Push your seat back, the Rickey of rap
hat, underneath a little blubber lie the 6 pack
Summer time I cop the musket the kick back
Then sit back, up, eyes low, hit that
This continuously throughout the night
Now my eyes are like diamonds, that's blue-ish in the light
Like a prism, shooting out hope, honor, and
Never stop it till we're coastal on the mission
Reach my hand in the water and a tuna
you see reflection of light, right off the Mezzaluna
That's a half moon, wavy like my 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 turtles on the beaches
mating season 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 the day we're there

I'll prosciutto, legend, Phil
Marijuana like the pussy, I keep it
raw, now I declare war
You in the league
I show you how a man
Look at my beard and my like a grizzly
I'm shoulder pressing 3
Obama, EBT. I'm a G, sweepstakes
drinking vintage out the bottle with the cheese plate
The Derek Harper the low Caesar, flow fever
More likely digging in your ho's beaver
Drug smoke to my neck just a turkey
Dough dirty, make your do a curtsy. no mercy, Van Buren cop Hershey
Square Tyson and I'm in the mountains rare bison
Clam chowder, you fucking with this man-power
Straight from Queens, where known to make your plans sour

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

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