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 some shit
Straight from Skopje, Macedonia, the lit
Licorice liquor, one cube, a of water
Watch it mix, turn white like the daughter
I'm in the puffing Ganja with the musky odor
Destination of your throat, cup of soda
Uh, this is Bam Bam Bigelow, Queens to Asbury connect, Figaro
My uniform Carhartt sweats and athletic horses on my chest and on my short sets
The Leslie of the weed and the words
is Action Bronsolinni, 33 and the 3rd, kid
Naked gun, the is scratched off
like Rocket in his prime, blast off

On and on, it through, we won
stop till the day we're 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, a little blubber lie the 6 pack
Summer I cop the musket with the kick back
Then sit back, up, eyes low, hit that
This happens throughout the night
Now my are like diamonds, that's looking blue-ish in the light
Like a prism, out hope, honor, and optimism
stop it till we're coastal on the aqua mission
Reach my in the water and grab a tuna
Silhouette you see reflection of light, 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 washed up like turtles on the
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 till the day we're there

I'll prosciutto, legend, Phil
Marijuana the pussy, I keep it crudo
raw, now I declare war
You in the women's
I show you how a man
at my beard and my body like a grizzly
I'm pressing 3 plates
Obama, EBT. I'm a G, sweepstakes
Still drinking vintage out the bottle with the cheese
The Derek with the low Caesar, flow fever
More likely digging in your ho's beaver
Drug to my neck just 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
chowder, you ain't fucking with this man-power
Straight from Queens, where we're known to make 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 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?