Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody Looking

Errybody
(yo-yo)
Lambo's get the
(mo-hoes)
make the cookies
(o's-o's)
Hurtin suckas feelings
(ouch-ouch)

Yo yo yo come this crazy flow
I go and do this show
Just is tokyo?
Yo yo damn squad be burnin' dro
Drink bur man and folk wit me I got cash to blow
Yo yo your gon' grow
Just like pinocchio your lying that your hot as me but is not the truth
Oh no my left right wrist is extra cold
My flow sick them extra o's
I an extra stove
So so I'm so icy my run in snow
You know it and you knew before so much
I shut the store
Hoes hoes I bird feed bitches like they like were crows
I pull the totum pole out and leave them bitches

lookin'
(yo-yo)
Lambo's get the
(mo-hoes)
make the cookies
(o's-o's)
Hurtin these suckas
(ouch-ouch)

Errybody
(yo-yo)
get the bitches
(mo-hoes)
Stove the cookies
(o's-o's)
Hurtin these suckas
(ouch-ouch)

Space age, you though? what you think I say?
I make money ways give banks through the day
Hey hey damn I paved my way I my way
I used to a lot of yay I moved a key a day
wait way way way way back in the day
I ran the a me an my who 2
And a k now I'm gettin that cake
I'll put you to like change the slate
Then throw big faces Friday in your face in front the place
One day you might get some money
12 bars if you pay me scuse me girl you some baby's?
Gucci you can't my baby's one day I'm a go to magic city
See some ass titties scur shrimp
And sip some liquor all these bitches with me

lookin'
(yo-yo)
Lambo's get the
(mo-hoes)
Stove make the
(o's-o's)
Hurtin these suckas
(ouch-ouch)

Errybody
(yo-yo)
get the bitches
(mo-hoes)
Stove make the
(o's-o's)
Hurtin these feelings
(ouch-ouch)

Goddamn gucci mane just another lamb,
with the crazy cam I pull over with that stoopid slam
Yeaa plus I got all jewelry on
Flexin' like I'm serious jones bubba kush my cologne
Word up? bricksquad put birds up
You ain't never heard nothing if you never of us
Blood cause run to you, you rep no mo, matter you can't breath no more
Blow so hard that is nothing left for sure
I'm royalty like king tut
Got someone to you to baby dats deez nutz
Plus I wouldn't give a flying fuck bout none of shit you fuss about
I fly in them bus em out there's nothing left to talk about

lookin'
(yo-yo)
Lambo's get the
(mo-hoes)
Stove make the
(o's-o's)
Hurtin these suckas
(ouch-ouch)