Luyện nghe bài hát GT Performer

[Intro: Bronson]
me, it's me
Uh,

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

[Hook: DZA]
Back of a GT

[Verse 2: R. Fieldz]
I burn wood, can't use no pussy heat to warm my chow
Sleepin' on us, then we pinnin' back fuckin' eyelids
If you don't wanna taste my food, I'm fuckin' wild'n
I'm tryin' to get to the millions, what you on is childish
Big Lebowski with a and a purpose
Open it up and stitch it back just a surgeon
My plant size and leave you wordless
Chain-smokin' like I'm nervous
Your is worthless
Hottest in the game, I know you heard it
But still in the lab on some shit
They to label me a drug lord
packs in hot summers
I put up 'em in hands, now I got a
And we made it easy
So when I say I did it, these motherfuckers don't believe me
I talk shit, but still 'bout that action, like
And let 'em do me like they did Nucky Thompson

[Hook: DZA]
of a GT Perfomer
Uh, smokin' strong marijuana

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

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