Luyện nghe bài hát Free At Last

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[Hook: Childish
at last, free at last, free at last
Now I'm at last, free at last

1: Childish Gambino]
Hair like that OG, write verse on no sleep
Can't breathe, so deep, can't breathe, it's so deep
Nosebleeds are your
Courtside, with a girl with an ass like a horse
And she bad for my heart like a pork rind, heart
Tell nigga I was poor and I ain't goin' back
But now I'm richer, all I need's a fuckin'
Somebody check the time, been gone for a
Somebody check the dick, I've long for a minute
Sean for a minute, man gimme the light
I'm prayin' that these niggas don't see me
I'm prayin' a bitch start actin' right
I make movies, dude, I met Arca
The Han Solo neck, the fro's
The carbon era, Arm & socialite
Two shots for y'all, too drunk to
I an email, the text was too long
I'm waitin' outside, you're takin' too
To take you to the club to get your groove on, I hate the
I'm sittin' in the booth the vapor, burn through the paper
My life is on purpose, you be mistaken
I these rappers, just bring home the bacon
Ah, shit, I hurt myself, so fire, man I burnt myself
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And suckin' a dick when I'm finished, pause,
I ain't a player, I just stunt a lot, I old, I just done a lot
these women count calories
So why they eatin' my Captain D's?
My has to learn Japanese
Nah, nah, can't hold me
The crowd goes mild, lost in the world was gone for a while
There's a coke in her
Model diet, he is who he says man, I don't buy it, I buy it
I don't really know, 'til the fat lady Oh Figaro
'Til my all sayin', oh, you didn't know?
Turnt up on the worst stuff, smoke one with a lung
I'm at the drive thru a no IQ nigga sayin'
Serve somethin', serve

Childish Gambino]