Luyện nghe bài hát Cowboy

Knock knock motherfucks it's me Mr.
What, when, where, how, like who gives a
Golf Wang M-O-B, mopping ante up
Ain't been this sick since brain cancer ate my Granny up
in peace, her lying it, life ain't got no light in it
Darker than that closet that nigga was hiding in
Open it, dope in it, Bobby where's my fucking
Address my little dick as Ike, twenty says I hit your
This is life, truthfully I just want to fly some
Salem and Slater and go around, riding bikes
Get some ice cream, Golf Wang rascals the night
To skate around and do annoying shit that older despise
Nigga fuck it though, hard as riga mo
Got a nigga dollars and a cracker kids at shows
Cracked a couple kids in the head this cast
Had a blast out Europe, had a Swedish lickin' toes
That's how it goes; designing clothes, cats on everything, cats on
You think all this money will a happy me?
But I'm about as lonely as that supermodels eat
Everybody's sparking it and I keep
keep calm in this hot box and I get nauseous
Hop in the car and write a song as I'm straight to the office
Pissed off at Jasper because that's some shit called "Pink Dolphin"
I roll here on a mean
Green hat,Vans, Golf top is the team
Downin' that Capri Sun, tighten my up
Something like a les, I'm forgetting my manners cause

I am the cowboy on my own
And I am the cowboy on my own
And I am the on my own trip
And I am the

But when you're alone thoughts coming in
in that dark light box and they start rummaging
Shit you've got to battle with, wish that they could
But it makes shadow say none, fuck it grab the gun again
I needed to get out of the house, so I hit the Sams, we were biking it out
In a black hoodie,with a Arizona and a bag of
to see what all that fucking hype is about
Now everytime you see a you think of me, eh?
Because everytime I see one I what his parents would say
In saying I ate him, I wasn't present that day
I was Whitney smoking Sitting at the dock in the Bay

I am the cowboy on my own
And I am the on my own trip
And I am the on my own trip
And I am the

Do you know how it is knowing I make a bunch of cheese
While my can't afford little pizzas from Little Caesars
And their whole is to roll up and smoke bowls
So I don't feel bad when they not
(But you treating us you punk bitch)
Haley got more methods than Pinkman
I'm never civil Lincoln
Preme out the bag it's no
I'm okie dokie and
And booboo nana and
If you I'm fucking COOCOO
Try talking to my then

(Hey)

(im here)
Yo who's
Salem
That's my
You stay the away from her alright?

I am the on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own
And I am the on my own trip
And I am the