Luyện nghe bài hát Cookie Coma

Okay,
Everybody celebrate 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 that yay got done
In the rectum of the hood and I sprung to say
Guns protect them for the good
But they fuckin'
Afrochines sucha bad dream
I'm dreamin' it's reality, it and it battles me
They wanna fry me like they me
I'm a they can't shatter me
casualty I'm' actively transparent to a brand clarence
I would be deceased if it wasn't for my grandparents
Papa was a pastor, the pastor's 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, teeth in my crown
Bitch I travel round the world, like fuck yo' town
plane 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 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 next to exit
I'm sick of all these hoes, I got responsibilities
She me as I'm fe- feelin' on her tititites
To do infinity, I'm the remedy to a
For I take this shit genially, generally
I'm takin' shots Kennedy, like fuck the enemy
Whatever enters me is to be, I am what I eat
Brocoli pasta, rotisserie, dark
Smoke 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 the cause is, who caused it (lemme know, lemme know)