Luyện nghe bài hát Cudderisback

up?
Mm-hmm.
Nigga.
its me. (Haha!)

Im back
Cudder.
Ottoman couch, how handsome your
Lovelier now, but for funeral
you to sit for a portrait on the wall
To in the dark of some parliamentary hall
home a lot, no TV
Just thoughts, and a heap of weed
jeans, same old converse,
Bape and the Walees, so works
Im cool, niggas mad at it
Lookin in from the outside,
keep that negative alive
They be on my dick, if Kid die,
cry hater, I forgive, now go and get my album and get off my dick
I smile and I'm pleasant, the weed is the
But if Im in the good, we tear shit up
Im talking sex, ridiculous amounts,
cause If you're gonna rage, should be all
take, take another shot or soft
Dream on campaign Im the mother loving
Haters suck my balls, two
I say goodbye because I'm on mine
All my life, wanna do major
Now every little thing I do might it in the paper
Cudi found nigga, po-po (whatever)
Mad drunk in the street, no (I rage)
motherfuckas, I dont know yo
I guess this was the life I
get up in my mind,
Wanna know about me and Amanda (Amanda please)
Wanna really, really, really who Im dating
Is she or super duper famous? (hmmm)
Is she African American, Caucasian, or (so many)
Or maybe Spanish, it matter my nigga, I love them all.
As long as she dont need stupid amounts of makeup to up the self esteem
Selfish dreams can the blessing
I am tap dancing on a
Successful raps, I scream out loud
it down, for all I'm at
Talking fans, I quit
Im it down, for all I'm at
fans, I wont quit
Hey hey hey, whoa whoa whooa! (come on, on)
Hey, whoa whoa whoooa! (come on, on)
Stoned, let's smoke some weed
Hey, (Let's goo oh whooa)
La la la la la la la
Goodbye.