Luyện nghe bài hát Contemporary Man

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

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

Uhhhh, fly
Grown Man

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

[Verse 2 - Action
Yo, I'm a freak
Hit shorty where the sleep
While her make soup with the cow feet
pads and a leather, Beau Brummell
Hopping out the at the old Tunnel
Fuck sex on the beach, I head in the streets
bed on the feet
Lead on cheek, the cadillac from 73, aqua marine
a popular fiend(?) uhh
Big Bird, Farrington
like a pussy, she gummed it

[Verse 3 - Action
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 in the wind cause of the breezy shore, yeah
tap, you spitting gynecology rap
Eat pussy with a plastic bag, covering that
will clap leave you hovered or jacked
If there's in the building, know I'm smothering that
This I got will loosen up your stool a lot
Near the pee pee will make you a lot
In the Z3 U2

[Big Body
Yo Big Motherfucking Body, bitch

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

[Action
the beat...

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

[Verse 5 - Action
my shorty take a shower, I want the good loving
Six ducks in a wood burning
Georgia Southern, her alma
She out in Queens, but moved out to Colorado
Tunes, Taz on the shirt
Fuck swag, got
Two jags, Zubaz, du rag
Bay Terrace pool
the skit, school me on the ponies
Next year catch me posing at the
Folding wilding at the OTB
Grow the money like a Cocha

[Verse 6 - Bronson]
American flags hang on that hide money
Put my arm through the
Kept a fortress, got the Tex-Mex motif, wolves howling
Two pull the buggy, Clydesdale
the Bud, guzzle, humidors
Uncle with the Mitsubishi
Uncle with the funny money flossing out in AC
Randy Quaid the turtleneck
Erma with the jungle mad neat(?)
with the tan seats,
Smack the taco out mouth, green couch