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 write name 100 times on the blackboard
Just a white man excelling in a sport, like I'm Pistol Pete
You already know you a goner when I kiss your
Lift your feet, when your sister sweeps
Fine dining, drink out the crystal creek
Straight from Queens rocking leathers like I'm Mr.

Uhhhh, fly
Man shit

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

[Verse 2 - Bronson]
Yo, I'm a wild
Hit shorty where the child
While her mother soup with the cow feet
Shoulder and a leather, Beau Brummell
out the limo at the old Tunnel
Fuck sex on the beach, I head in the streets
Spread bed on the
Lead on cheek, the cadillac from 73, aqua marine
a popular fiend(?) uhh
Big Bird, alumnus
like a pussy, she gummed it

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

Body Bes]
Yo this Big Body, bitch

[Verse 4 - Action
Ginger ale laying in a cup
Pay thirty dollars for a suck
Pay a dollars for the joints I rolled
bowls chilling in the cloisters
I love Black boisterous
Shorty's on the arm like a koi
On a Herbie White dude with the yellow
sneakers, see through yellow beeper

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the beat...

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

[Verse 5 - Bronson]
Watch my shorty take a shower, I the good loving
Six ducks in a wood oven
Georgia Southern, her mater
She raised out in Queens, but out to Colorado
Tunes, Taz on the shirt
Fuck swag, got
Two jags, Zubaz, du rag
Bay pool pass
Taught the skit, school me on the
Next year me posing at the Tonys
Folding paper at the OTB
Grow the like a Cocha tree

[Verse 6 - Bronson]
American flags on walls that hide money
Put my arm the Picasso
Kept a fortress, got the Tex-Mex motif, wolves howling
Two stallions the buggy, Clydesdale
the Bud, guzzle, humidors
Uncle Moozy the Mitsubishi
Uncle Jimmy with the money flossing out in AC
Randy Quaid the turtleneck
Erma with the juice mad neat(?)
Beamer the tan seats,
the taco out your mouth, green couch