Luyện nghe bài hát Cudderisback

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

Im baby
Cudder.
Ottoman couch, how handsome furniture
Lovelier now, but for funeral
you to sit for a portrait on the wall
To hang in the dark of some hall
home a lot, no TV
Just thoughts, and a of good weed
jeans, same old converse,
Bape tees and the Walees, so
Im cool, some mad at it
in from 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 album and get off my
I smile and I'm pleasant, the is the essence
But if Im in the good, we tear shit up
Im talking sex, ridiculous amounts,
cause If gonna rage, should be all about
take, take another shot or youre
Dream on campaign Im the mother loving
Haters suck my balls, two
I never say because I'm on mine
All my life, wanna do major
Now every little thing I do might make it in the
Cudi found 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)
Wanna know really, really, really who Im
Is she civilian or 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 amounts of makeup to make up the self esteem
Selfish dreams can reflect the
I am tap on a cloud
Successful raps, I might scream out
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 whooa! (come on, come on)
Hey, whoa whoa whoooa! (come on, on)
Stoned, smoke some more weed
Hey, (Let's goo oh whooa)
La la la la la la la
Goodbye.