Luyện nghe bài hát Cookie Coma

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