Luyện nghe bài hát Contemporary Man

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

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

Uhhhh, fly
Man shit

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

2 - Action Bronson]
Yo, I'm a wild
Hit shorty where the sleep
her mother make soup with the cow feet
Shoulder pads and a leather, Brummell
Hopping out the limo at the old
Fuck sex on the beach, I head in the streets
bed on the feet
Lead on your cheek, the cadillac from 73, aqua
With a fiend(?) uhh
Big Bird, Farrington
like a pussy, she gummed it

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

Body Bes]
Yo this Big Body, bitch

4 - Action Bronson]
Ginger ale in a Knicks cup
Pay thirty 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 like a koi
On a White dude with the yellow fever
Yellow sneakers, see through yellow

Bronson]
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 - Bronson]
Watch my take a shower, I want the good loving
Six ducks in a wood 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
the skit, school me on the ponies
Next year me posing at the Tonys
Folding paper at the OTB
Grow the money like a Cocha

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