Luyện nghe bài hát Free At Last

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[Hook: Gambino]
Free at last, at last, free at last
Now I'm free at last, free at

[Verse 1: Childish
Hair smell like that OG, write on no sleep
Can't breathe, it's so deep, can't breathe, it's so
are your seats
Courtside, a girl with an ass like a horse ride
And she bad for my heart like a pork rind, heart
Tell that nigga I was poor and I ain't back
But now I'm richer, all I need's a fuckin'
Somebody check the time, gone for a minute
Somebody check the dick, I've been long for a
Sean Paul for a minute, man gimme the
I'm prayin' that niggas don't see me tonight
I'm prayin' that a bitch actin' right
I make movies, dude, I met like
The Han neck, the fro's carbonite
The carbon era, Arm & socialite
Two for y'all, too drunk to call
I an email, the text was too long
I'm waitin' outside, takin' too long
To take you to the to get your groove on, I hate the club
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, lines so fire, man I myself
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And suckin' a dick when I'm finished, pause,
I ain't a player, I just a lot, I ain't old, I just done a lot
Watchin' these count calories
So why they still eatin' my D's?
My architect has to Japanese
Nah, nah, can't hold me
The crowd goes mild, lost in the world that was for a while
There's a coke in her
Model diet, he is who he man, I don't buy it, I don't buy it
I don't really know, 'til the fat sing Oh Figaro
'Til my fans all sayin', oh, you didn't
Turnt up on the stuff, smoke one with a hurt lung
I'm at the drive thru with a no IQ sayin'
somethin', serve somethin'

[Hook: Childish