Luyện nghe bài hát Full Metal

Ugh, I call my brother sun cause he like, noon time, Alaska on the turn pipe.
mine GT5, my nerves is ice.
I wouldn't none of it in hind sight.
Believe this, because if i wouldn't have been that I would be this.
Inspiration for niggas who out chasing that paper.
Walkin the walk and over them haters.
in charge, that conversation is dead.
Because i'm for the loot, and you weren't talking no bread bitch.
Cake all layerish, all himalayerish.
Got the 420 vision.
doobies up, rollin doobies up, up in the incision.
My rockin furnishes, projection built in m ceiling.
I spit the so vivid because i'm really living, this JET life.
Tennis shoes and
Them fools ain't fly, they fucking mosquitoes
Don't work they just cryin, whine, pino greco you need to get on your grind
a stack of dead people that have done some presidential time.
For cash I have brought a claim tag, this is mine.
Fuck you doin that, dope
AZ the baby, peepin the whole scene, i'm about to blown ya know.