Luyện nghe bài hát Cudderisback

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

Im baby
Cudder.
Ottoman couch, how handsome your
now, but dressed for funeral
Begging you to sit for a portrait on the
To hang in the dark of some hall
Stay a lot, no TV
thoughts, and a heap of good weed
Same jeans, old converse,
Bape and the Walees, so works
Im cool, some mad at it
Lookin in from the outside,
Cant 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 gonna tear up
Im talking about sex, amounts,
If you're gonna rage, should be all about
take, take another shot or youre
Dream on Im the mother loving boss
Haters suck my balls, two
I never say goodbye because I'm on
All my life, wanna do something
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 this was the life I chose
get up in my mind,
Wanna know about me and Bynes (Amanda please)
know really, really, really who Im dating
Is she civilian or duper famous? (hmmm)
Is she African American, Caucasian, or (so many)
Or maybe Spanish, it dont matter my nigga, I love all.
As long as she dont need stupid of makeup to make up the self esteem
Selfish dreams can reflect the
I am tap on a cloud
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 whooa! (come on, come on)
Hey, whoa whoooa! (come on, come on)
Stoned, let's smoke some weed
Hey, (Let's goo oh whooa)
La la la la la la la
Goodbye.