Luyện nghe bài hát Cookie Coma

Okay,
Everybody like it's a holiday
Let me guide the way, no it fathers day
Or day but the other day
I had a dream I K
He slang that yay got away
In the rectum of the hood and I ain't to say
Guns protect them for the good
But they fuckin'
Afrochines sucha bad cold
I'm dreamin' reality, it struggles and it battles me
They wanna fry me like battered me
I'm a diamond they shatter me
Through casualty I'm' transparent to a brand clarence
I probably would be deceased if it for my grandparents
Papa was a pastor, grandma the pastor's
Slit your and swallow knives, Bitch it's super six for life
I'm too legit for life, I should get a and die
take a trip and fly and never come down
I be in my own world, teeth in my crown
Bitch I travel round the world, like nigga yo' town
Paper plane takin' off soon as it yo' ground
Who the lost boys a never be found
You speakin' down on odd future, it's a fuckin'
Twenty-one in the ho I'm a fuckin' pro now
You mainstream niggas, slow
I turn to a ho down
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 remedy to a
For once I take this genially, generally
I'm takin' like Kennedy, like fuck the enemy
Whatever enters me is meant to be, I am I eat
Brocoli pasta, rotisserie, meat
weed till I feel my heart beat
Drink like a alchohlicly fit from out the closet
The art belongs to whoever 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)