Luyện nghe bài hát GT Performer

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

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

[Hook: Smoke
Back of a GT

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

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

[Verse 3: DZA]
Uh, I'm with the grammar, the Harlem glamour
The boys try to slander, I'm hater-proof with the
Laundry bag of P's like I'm Santa
Green thumb, green hand like I'm Bruce
Keep my homie close, he a cannon
I'm slammin' them shots back
In the gamblin' spot,
'Pac raps
The nigga breathin', in some Y-3 boots
Your style see-through
it a hundred is what you hardly do
Shit, I'm godly,
On my '80s Heavy Metal, bumpin' Crüe
Mix the with the Cookie, no [?]
Level I'm on, you'll get here, even with Bosley
Too sweet in my [?], think it's Illuminati
They ain't even seen [?]
The room
Bad bitch, I'mma pipe her Rowdy Rowdy
Shit, bud got me drowsy

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