Luyện nghe bài hát Float

I hit the beat and then I


I hit the beat and I float

over the beat
Smoke my throat
bitches have got me tripping
Nobody me the ropes
No one me to speak
Chosen to these beats in my hand
Let poetry from the coldest of weeks
Folding in two, affected by the hoes and
What happened to rap, man? sound like coasting to me
Middle to the chosen elite, I leak the fire shit
Conscience, ain't no sign of it, iris from the finer things
High-rises, crutches in capsules I crush like
Fussing, it, I'll buy it then
Wrestle with decisions gripping a damn leviathan
to die trying and I am in,
New cities, affected by my
I line 'em up like we eyeing
Yeah, I know the quo and all, but I am resisting it
Lost my innocence young, was no Christ in my christening
Only ice, couple blunts, and a to rip 'em in
I gather privately, my studio whisperings
I've been my soul again, using Lucy and Listerine
Women, still bewitch 'em with the voodoo of me
And life's still a mystery, who could fuck with me

Who could fuck me floating?
Who could with me floating?
Who could fuck me floating?
Who fuck with me floating
Who could with me?

Floatin' shit, I got wrists
I write only
If you aim at kings, you miss, no
You gon' to riddle me with bullets like a zombie
End up with a little me, I'm not so good condoms
According to my boy, I'd write more in a Honda
Something bout the Benzo got me slowing the phonics
Maybe the silver finish
Flossing enough to thrill the dentist, I got ill incentives
But my creating distance from the pen, it's
to sit and write about it, shit is overwhelming
I hold dominion, I don't got millions, but I it
When I said I'm courting rap without a co-defendant
Genius annotations over every single
Plate of fresh ceviche, and the vino from Venice
Plus a from the doctor got me lit for Armageddon
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