Luyện nghe bài hát Cookie Coma

Okay,
Everybody celebrate it's a holiday
Let me the way, no it isn't fathers day
Or day but the other day
I had a dream I K
He that yay got done away
In the of the hood and I ain't sprung to say
Guns don't them for the good
But they spray
Afrochines sucha bad dream
I'm dreamin' it's reality, it and it battles me
They wanna fry me they battered me
I'm a diamond they can't me
Through casualty I'm' transparent to a brand clarence
I probably be deceased if it wasn't for my grandparents
was a pastor, grandma the pastor's wife
Slit your writs and swallow knives, Bitch it's six for life
I'm too legit for life, I get a grip and die
Fuckin' a trip and fly and never come down
I be in my own world, gold in my crown
Bitch I travel round the world, like nigga fuck yo'
plane takin' off soon as it touch yo' ground
Who said the lost boys a never be
You speakin' down on odd future, it's a pronoun
Twenty-one in the ho I'm a fuckin' pro now
You mainstream niggas, down
I turn this to a ho
Wavin' four-four round, empty all of those rounds
On some wild wild west shit
Death will probably be pick to exit
I'm sick of all these hoes, I got responsibilities
She feelin' me as I'm fe- on her tititites
To do infinity, I'm the to a penalty
For once I take this genially, generally
I'm takin' shots like Kennedy, like fuck the
enters me is meant to be, I am what I eat
Brocoli pasta, rotisserie, dark
Smoke weed till I feel my heart
like a alchohlicly close fit from out the closet
The art to whoever draws it, at heart I'm an artist
Who knows his is flawless
I got affection for whatever the cause is, who caused it (lemme know, know)