Luyện nghe bài hát Cookie Coma

Okay,
Everybody like it's a holiday
Let me guide the way, no it isn't day
Or day but the other day
I had a I wasn't K
He slang that yay got away
In the rectum of the and I ain't sprung to say
Guns protect them for the good
But fuckin' spray
Afrochines sucha bad cold
I'm dreamin' it's reality, it and it battles me
They fry me like they battered me
I'm a they can't shatter me
Through casualty I'm' actively transparent to a brand
I would be deceased if it wasn't for my grandparents
Papa was a pastor, the pastor's wife
Slit your writs and swallow knives, Bitch super six for life
I'm too for life, I should get a grip and die
take a trip and fly and never come down
I be in my own world, gold teeth in my
Bitch I round the world, like nigga fuck yo' town
Paper takin' off soon as it touch yo' ground
Who said the boys a never be found
You down on odd future, it's a fuckin' pronoun
in the league ho I'm a fuckin' pro now
You niggas, slow down
I turn this to a ho
Wavin' that round, empty all of those rounds
On some wild wild wild shit
Death will be next pick to exit
I'm sick of all bullshit hoes, I got responsibilities
She feelin' me as I'm fe- on her tititites
To do infinity, I'm the to a penalty
For I take this shit genially, generally
I'm takin' shots like Kennedy, like the enemy
enters me is meant to be, I am what I eat
Brocoli pasta, rotisserie, dark
Smoke weed till I feel my beat
Drink like a alchohlicly fit from out the closet
The art belongs to whoever draws it, at I'm an artist
Who knows his flow is
I got affection for whatever the cause is, who caused it (lemme know, know)