Luyện nghe bài hát GT Performer

[Intro: Action
me, it's me
Uh,

[Verse 1: Bronson]
I got the big bag of Skittles, like Marshawn
No what, we never far from a bench
Never far from a stoup, never far a hallway
far from a main street, never far from a Broadway
Uh, we say what the Law say
Yeah, I pay the white piano on a
Tryin' to a higher place
I know there's more out then just us, right?
So when I fuck, I try to make a doctor with this nut
Or the world's opera singer
Contribute to this Earth before I leave it
And come back as some motherfucker named Steven
New Zealand
That don't smoke trees; you that I'm a fiend
That's not gonna work; I hope just a dream, shit
There's shark on the
As I embark on mission, to go cop pays
From [???]
Five-hundred dimes, bodies by the P-P
Six-hundred pounds
like peppers in a Z-three
I used to ride the pegs on a GT

Smoke DZA]
Back of a GT

2: Green R. Fieldz]
I burn wood, can't use no pussy to warm my chow with
Sleepin' on us, then we pinnin' back fuckin' eyelids
If you wanna taste my food, then I'm fuckin' wild'n
I'm tryin' to get to the millions, what you on is childish
Big Lebowski a pistol and a purpose
Open it up and stitch it back just a surgeon
My size and structure'll leave you wordless
Chain-smokin' Skittles I'm nervous
Your tree is
Hottest in the game, I know you heard it
But still in the lab on nerd shit
used to label me a drug lord
Hundred in hot summers
I put up 'em in hands, now I got a
And we made it easy
So I say that I did it, these motherfuckers don't believe me
I talk shit, but still that action, like Bronson
And never let 'em do me like did Nucky Thompson

[Hook: DZA]
Back of a GT
Uh, some strong marijuana

[Verse 3: DZA]
Uh, I'm sick the grammar, the Harlem glamour
The boys try to slander, I'm with the banter
Laundry bag fulls of P's I'm Santa
Green thumb, green hand like I'm Banner
my homie close, he a loose cannon
I'm duecey slammin' them back
In the gamblin' spot,
'Pac raps
The nigga breathin', in some Y-3 boots
Your whole see-through
Keep it a is what you hardly do
Shit, I'm godly,
On my '80s Heavy Metal, bumpin' Crüe
Mix the Skittle the Cookie, no [?]
Level I'm on, never get here, even with Bosley
Too sweet in my [?], they think Illuminati
They ain't seen [?] probably
The room
Bad bitch, I'mma pipe her like Rowdy
Shit, bud got me drowsy

[Hook: Smoke
of a GT Perfomer
Uh, smokin' some strong
Some strong