Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckboy (SUPREME)

got my cat
I ain't fakin' a
Why you the lady?
Are you asking if home?
sound the buzzer, there's no time left
Aren't Fuckboys the
Make me wanna die but can't bring a death
Why you be bitter? I'm omnivorous,
I chew and spit glitter
I litter the ground broken hearts
So sweet when I queef it like Pop Tart

You're a Fuckboy
Like you pay seventy cents extra for sour cream
You're a Fuckboy,
Supreme
With your sad
And your jeans
You're a
You're a Fuckboy
disappointment than vegan diet ice cream
You're a Fuckboy,
Supreme
You're a pre-cum wet dream

grind but can't dance
Turn around there's a sweaty attached to my pants
I you out
You're tongue
Can't give head but a free ride

Come in so many flavors, like Now Or
Can't 'em,
ZOB who can save 'em
Can't last five seconds, but keep coming
A millennial plague, and their brothers

Listen up ladies it's a embargo
Lysistrata's sisters 'em I'm Argo
Listen up and repeat after me
Attention all Fuckboys: the party

You're a Supreme
Like you gotta pay seventy cents for sour cream
a Fuckboy, Fuckboy
Fuckboy
With your sad eyes and your jeans
You're a
You're a Fuckboy
With your Natty Light, neon tank and sheen
a Fuckboy, Fuckboy
Fuckboy
With beard, prop guitar and ennui

Like X, personality's a hex
like a mess but think you deserve the best
You want big tits, waist,
But an ever expanding waste of space
Like a black hole, approaching critical
Banging to celluloid on your ass
But got "class", you've got "swag"
A douche by any name is just as sad

You're a Supreme
you gotta pay 70 cents extra for sour cream
You're a Fuckboy,
Supreme
With your sad eyes and overpriced jeans
You're a
You're a Supreme
With your salmon pants, rape, and eating clean
You're a Fuckboy,
Fuckboy
Belittle the bitches you bed but you cry when you