Luyện nghe bài hát Contemporary Man

[Intro - Action
Get it Justin, got to get it together fam
Go

[Verse 1 - Action
Yeah, the back talk, save all that pussy shit for the cat walk
Now your name 100 times on the blackboard
Just a white man excelling in a Black sport, I'm Pistol Pete
You already know you a goner when I kiss your
Lift your feet, like when your sister
dining, drink water out the crystal creek
Straight from Queens rocking leathers like I'm Mr.

Uhhhh, fly
Grown Man

Do it one more time, it
I'm to go

[Verse 2 - Bronson]
Yo, I'm a wild
Hit shorty the child sleep
While her mother make soup with the cow
Shoulder pads and a leather, Beau
Hopping out the at the old Tunnel
Fuck sex on the beach, I want head in the
Spread bed on the
on your cheek, the cadillac from 73, aqua marine
With a fiend(?) uhh
Big Bird, alumnus
Mouth like a pussy, she it

3 - Action Bronson]
You see me in the green velour, facial
I order up a feast for four
If you see me in a leather, know it's the floor
Linen flapping in the cause of the breezy shore, yeah
Spinal tap, you gynecology rap
Eat pussy with a plastic bag, covering that
Brothers will clap leave you hovered or
If there's chicken in the building, know I'm smothering
tool I got will loosen up your stool a lot
Near the pee pee will you poo-poo a lot
In the Z3 U2

Body Bes]
Yo Big Motherfucking Body, bitch

4 - Action Bronson]
Ginger ale laying in a cup
Pay dollars for a dick suck
Pay a dollars for the joints I rolled
Oyster bowls chilling in the
I Black girls boisterous
Shorty's on the arm a koi fish
On a White dude with the yellow fever
Yellow sneakers, see yellow beeper

[Action
the beat...

When our eyes met was like the fourth day in July
you kissed my lips, I knew one day you'd be mine

[Verse 5 - Bronson]
Watch my shorty a shower, I want the good loving
Six ducks in a burning oven
Georgia Southern, her mater
She raised out in Queens, but moved out to
Looney Tunes, Taz on the
Fuck swag, got
Two jags, Zubaz, du rag
Bay Terrace pass
Taught the skit, me on the ponies
Next year catch me posing at the
Folding paper at the OTB
the money like a Cocha tree

[Verse 6 - Action
flags hang on walls that hide money
Put my arm through the
Kept a fortress, crib got the motif, wolves howling
Two pull the buggy, Clydesdale
Crack the Bud, guzzle,
Moozy with the Mitsubishi
Uncle Jimmy the funny money flossing out in AC
Randy Quaid with the
Erma with the juice mad neat(?)
Beamer the tan seats,
the taco out your mouth, green couch