Luyện nghe bài hát Contemporary Man

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

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

Uhhhh, fly
Man shit

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

2 - Action Bronson]
Yo, I'm a freak
Hit shorty where the child
While her mother make soup 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 your cheek, the cadillac from 73, 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
Then I up a feast for four
If you see me in a leather, know reaching the floor
Linen flapping in the wind cause of the breezy shore,
Spinal tap, you spitting rap
Eat your pussy with a bag, covering that
Brothers will clap you hovered or jacked
If there's chicken in the building, know I'm smothering
This tool I got will loosen up stool a lot
Near the pee pee will you poo-poo a lot
In the Z3 U2

[Big Body
Yo Big Motherfucking Body, bitch

[Verse 4 - Bronson]
ale laying in a Knicks cup
Pay thirty for a dick suck
Pay a hundred dollars for the I rolled
Oyster chilling in the cloisters
I love Black boisterous
on the arm like a koi fish
On a Herbie White dude the yellow fever
Yellow sneakers, see yellow beeper

[Action
the beat...

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

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

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