Luyện nghe bài hát Free At Last

[Produced By:

Childish Gambino]
Free at last, free at last, at last
Now I'm free at last, at last

1: Childish Gambino]
Hair smell like that OG, verse on no sleep
Can't breathe, it's so deep, breathe, it's so deep
are your seats
Courtside, a girl with an ass like a horse ride
And she bad for my like a pork rind, heart attack
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 been for a minute
Sean Paul for a minute, man the light
I'm prayin' that these don't see me tonight
I'm prayin' a bitch start actin' right
I movies, dude, I met Arca like
The Han neck, the fro's carbonite
The carbon era, Arm & Hammer
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 you to the club to get your groove on, I hate the club
I'm sittin' in the with the vapor, burn through the paper
My life is on purpose, you must be
I butcher these rappers, bring home the bacon
Ah, shit, I hurt myself, lines so fire, man I myself
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And suckin' a when I'm finished, pause, kittens
I ain't a player, I just stunt a lot, I ain't old, I done a lot
Watchin' these women count
So why they still eatin' my Captain
My architect has to Japanese
Nah, nah, they can't me
The crowd goes mild, lost in the world that was for a while
a coke in her smile
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 fans all sayin', oh, you know?
Turnt up on the stuff, smoke one with a hurt lung
I'm at the drive thru with a no IQ nigga
somethin', serve somethin'

[Hook: Childish