Luyện nghe bài hát Cookie Coma

Okay,
Everybody celebrate like a holiday
Let me guide the way, no it fathers day
Or mothers day but the day
I had a dream I K
He slang that yay got away
In the of the hood and I ain't sprung to say
Guns don't protect them for the
But fuckin' spray
Afrochines bad cold dream
I'm dreamin' it's reality, it struggles and it me
They wanna fry me like they me
I'm a they can't shatter me
Through casualty actively transparent to a brand clarence
I probably would be deceased if it wasn't for my
Papa was a pastor, grandma the wife
Slit your writs and swallow knives, Bitch it's six for life
I'm too legit for life, I 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
Paper takin' off soon as it touch yo' ground
Who said the lost boys a be found
You speakin' down on odd future, a fuckin' pronoun
in the league ho I'm a fuckin' pro now
You mainstream niggas, down
I turn this to a ho
that four-four round, empty all of those rounds
On some wild wild wild west
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' like Kennedy, like fuck 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 close fit from out the
The art to whoever draws it, at heart I'm an artist
Who knows his flow is
I got affection for whatever the cause is, who caused it (lemme know, know)