Luyện nghe bài hát Cocoa Buter

Albanian style, rock leathers in the
I'll my cousin for nothing, dominant man
Go visit fam no problems, on some normal shit
Straight Skopje, Macedonia, the floral lit
Licorice liquor, one cube, a touch of
Watch it mix, turn white like the daughter
I'm in the corner puffing Ganja the musky odor
Destination back of throat, cup of soda
Uh, is Bam Bam Bigelow, Queens to Asbury Park connect, Figaro
My Carhartt sweats and Gore-tex athletic horses on my chest and on my short sets
The Leslie Nielsen of the weed and the
is Action Bronsolinni, 33 and the 3rd, kid
Naked gun, the serial is off
like Rocket 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
Jets hat, underneath a little blubber lie the 6
Summer time I cop the musket the kick back
Then sit back, up, eyes low, hit that
This happens continuously the night
Now my eyes are like diamonds, 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 hand in the water and a tuna
Silhouette you see 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 features, I'm a creature
39, I'm in the bleachers
Fiends get up like turtles on the beaches
It's mating season make the verbal for speakers

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

I'll prosciutto, legend, Phil
Marijuana like the pussy, I it crudo
raw, now I declare war
You in the women's
I you how a man score
Look at my beard and my body like a
I'm pressing 3 plates
Obama, EBT. I'm a G, supermarket
drinking vintage out the bottle with the cheese plate
The Derek Harper with the low Caesar, flow
More likely digging in your ho's beaver
Drug to my neck just like a turkey
Dough dirty, make your brother do a curtsy. no mercy, Van Buren cop
Square Tyson and I'm in the eating 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
stop 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 till the day we're there there, oh oh yeah oh

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