Luyện nghe bài hát Cocoa Buter

Albanian style, leathers in the sand
I'll shoot my for nothing, dominant man
Go visit fam no problems, on some normal shit
Straight Skopje, Macedonia, the floral lit
liquor, one cube, a touch of water
Watch it mix, turn white like the daughter
I'm in the puffing Ganja with the musky odor
Destination back of throat, cup of soda
Uh, this is Bam Bam Bigelow, Queens to Asbury connect, Figaro
My uniform sweats and Gore-tex athletic horses on my chest and on my short sets
The Leslie Nielsen of the and the words
This is Bronsolinni, 33 and the 3rd, kid
gun, the serial is scratched off
Armed like Rocket in his prime, off

On and on, it through, we won
stop till the day we're there
On and on, it through, we won
stop 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 with the back
Then sit back, stand up, eyes low, hit
This continuously throughout the night
Now my eyes are like diamonds, that's blue-ish in the light
Like a prism, out hope, honor, and optimism
Never stop it till we're coastal on the mission
Reach my hand in the water and grab a
Silhouette you see reflection of light, off the Mezzaluna
That's a half moon, wavy like my fade
The carry-all, color, tan, suede
Handmade, hand blades, carve up features, I'm a creature
Section 39, I'm in the
Fiends get up like turtles on the beaches
mating season make the verbal for your speakers

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

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

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
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 do, while you're gone?