Luyện nghe bài hát Cookie Coma

Okay,
Everybody celebrate like a holiday
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 of the hood and I ain't sprung to say
Guns don't them for the good
But they 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 diamond they shatter me
Through casualty I'm' actively transparent to a clarence
I probably would be deceased if it for my grandparents
Papa was a pastor, grandma the pastor's
Slit your writs and swallow knives, Bitch it's six for life
I'm too legit for life, I should get a and die
Fuckin' take a trip and fly and come down
I be in my own world, teeth in my crown
Bitch I round the world, like nigga fuck yo' town
Paper plane takin' off soon as it touch yo'
Who said the boys a never be found
You speakin' down on odd future, a fuckin' pronoun
Twenty-one in the ho I'm a fuckin' pro now
You niggas, slow down
I turn this to a ho
Wavin' four-four round, empty all of those rounds
On some wild wild west shit
Death will be next pick 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 once I take 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, meat
weed till I feel my heart beat
Drink like a alchohlicly close fit out the closet
The art belongs to whoever it, at heart I'm an artist
Who his flow is flawless
I got affection for whatever the is, who caused it (lemme know, lemme know)