Luyện nghe bài hát Getting’ Up

its young
mr. the fuck up
all

feeling good about life
got a drink
lit
go
excuse me, my jeans levi, my is gucci
hoes who he
on the paper chase, waste my loose leaf
a nigga paying bills, L's on the beach
but i move with the goons on a loose leesh.
some call it weird, hoes call it
swag like i just out a boutique
and i spit like i got a full of loose teeth
closet of new sneaks that i probably never wear
im in that president suite, bad
and if them niggas aint me,
i a beat like a canvas
bar on the song paint it perfect
ever run out of weed, i throw a fit
i keep the army at ease cause yall worth it
been considered hipster, my shirts fit
the way your bitch hit my chirp, make a hip
young nigga riding that wave, me surfin