Luyện nghe bài hát En Focus

Ya go beats, meats, son
I can't cook but a cook
I'm much to eat
I got stabs of jazzy

Sassafrassy as I the fame of soul
after mama had me tell ya gladly
I plugged for the
Which cause to zoom in

Which put person into focus
No longer Kelvin but the Posdnuos
Plug One, yo, I fun in the scribblin' of speak
On a naked sheet
Most by my dark brown self
Yo, you some wealth?

More in my mind in my pocket
But I's got every that ever sagged
I met some hoes, met girls
Did a tour that took me all the world
Did a tour that took me all the world

I hit the but I'm shooin' it now
Remember when the floor might have had a
Well, it's all bent
The nigga gets the red door mat
It's a roller coaster your shit's burnt toast

Now Mr. Club knows your jam
When jam is tha jam
And there's a tab at the bar, my mindstate's
No thanks I drink, I sip the bobo

Then I kettle it
I felt the heave in the
Tap it in the
my own understanding quick

Let me get the out
Think Mr. Radio say the
Is the same star

I'm how a nine and a blunt is a switch
But out the lights and some will go bitch
It was one MC one MC
the lamp post do the blow wit dynamite

Well, it's and it's alright
'Cause our birthday cake's external
all get graphic
People made of

at the shine wit my 50 watt eye
But when I got the eye patch, I hit the
I fame it to a name Denver up to Maine
And lovin' deluxe, she won't me in no tux
Nah, man I honor the style

Curious, curious, curious,
Curious, curious, curious,

Funny, funny how flies
you have some light on the face
'Cause the is the fickle
of fusin', I'm a use it

To the utilize the trickle the rush
But I play hush, Andres Titus is the grabbin'
As a fan will put the hearts to

Lush Dalea would the public beat
The same way for Titus when he Blacked the
But as the Knee went Deep, too deeper off the
The album faded to black, that's when the starts

Curious, curious,
Curious, curious,

Hey boy, I watch star man, shit's all in
I shot it or begin
I saw no shinin'
I saw Big 4 go get

A flick was the moment
When the man
"Ain't you?" Yeah, I is I'm
your mouth fallin' in cog
Caught the light being dog

A fist of funk and I pocket screen
In the or in between
but a little bit of the starlight
I my ass to the darkness

I dig it, I dug it, I dig it, I dug it
I wiz it, I was it, I wiz it, I was it
Oh, Lord let me it off
Because ya find some'll do it all, for the

jivin'