Luyện nghe bài hát Cookie Coma

Okay,
Everybody celebrate like it's a
Let me guide the way, no it fathers day
Or day but the other day
I had a dream I K
He that yay got done away
In the rectum of the and I ain't sprung to say
Guns don't protect for the good
But they fuckin'
Afrochines sucha bad cold
I'm dreamin' it's reality, it struggles and it me
They wanna fry me they battered me
I'm a diamond can't shatter me
Through casualty I'm' actively transparent to a clarence
I probably would be if it wasn't for my grandparents
Papa was a pastor, grandma the wife
Slit your writs and swallow knives, Bitch it's super six for
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 teeth in my
Bitch I round the world, like nigga fuck 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 this to a ho down
that four-four round, empty all of those rounds
On some wild wild wild west
Death will probably be pick to exit
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 remedy to a
For once I take this shit genially,
I'm takin' shots Kennedy, like fuck the enemy
Whatever enters me is to be, I am what I eat
pasta, rotisserie, dark 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 affection for the cause is, who caused it (lemme know, lemme know)