Luyện nghe bài hát Cookie Coma

Okay,
Everybody like it's a holiday
Let me guide the way, no it fathers day
Or mothers day but the day
I had a I wasn't K
He slang yay got done away
In the of the hood and I ain't sprung to say
don't protect them for the good
But fuckin' spray
sucha bad cold dream
I'm dreamin' it's reality, it and it battles me
They wanna fry me like they me
I'm a diamond they can't me
casualty I'm' actively transparent to a brand clarence
I probably be deceased if it wasn't for my grandparents
Papa was a pastor, grandma the wife
Slit writs and swallow 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 round the world, like nigga fuck yo' town
Paper plane takin' off as it touch yo' ground
Who the lost boys a never 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, slow
I turn this to a ho
Wavin' that four-four round, empty all of those
On some wild wild west shit
Death will probably be next pick to
I'm of all these 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' like Kennedy, like fuck the enemy
enters me is meant to be, I am what I eat
Brocoli pasta, rotisserie, meat
Smoke weed I feel my heart beat
Drink like a alchohlicly close fit from out the
The art to whoever draws it, at heart I'm an artist
Who his flow is flawless
I got for whatever the cause is, who caused it (lemme know, lemme know)