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
Stay a lot, no TV
Just thoughts, and a heap of good
jeans, same old converse,
Bape tees and the Walees, so
Im cool, some mad at it
Lookin in the outside, fantastic
Cant keep that alive
be on my dick, if Kid Cudi die,
dont cry hater, I forgive, now go and get my and get off my dick
I smile and I'm pleasant, the is the essence
But if Im in the good, we tear shit up
Im talking about sex, amounts,
cause If gonna rage, should be all about
take, take another shot or youre
Dream on campaign Im the mother boss
Haters suck my balls, two
I never say goodbye because I'm on
All my life, do something major
Now every little thing I do make it in the paper
Cudi yall nigga, po-po (whatever)
Mad drunk in the street, no (I rage)
Hatin motherfuckas, I dont yo
I guess was the life I chose
get up in my mind,
Wanna about me and Amanda Bynes (Amanda please)
Wanna know really, really, really who Im
Is she civilian or super famous? (hmmm)
Is she American, Caucasian, or Asian? (so many)
Or maybe Spanish, it matter my nigga, I love them all.
As long as she dont need stupid amounts of to make up the self esteem
Selfish can reflect the blessing
I am tap on a cloud
Successful raps, I might out loud
it down, for all I'm at
Talking fans, I quit
Im it down, for all I'm at
Talking fans, I quit
Hey hey hey, whoa whoa whooa! (come on, on)
Hey, whoa whoooa! (come on, come on)
Stoned, let's smoke more weed
Hey, (Let's goo oh whooa)
La la la la la la la
Goodbye.