Luyện nghe bài hát GT Performer

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

1: Action Bronson]
I got the big bag of Skittles, Marshawn Lynch
No matter what, we far from a bench
Never far from a stoup, far from a hallway
Never far from a main street, far from a Broadway
Uh, we say fuck the Law say
Yeah, I pay the white piano on a
to reach 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 singer
Contribute to this Earth before I leave it
And come back as some other motherfucker named
New Zealand
That don't trees; you know that I'm a fiend
That's not gonna I hope it's just a dream, shit
There's shark on the
As I embark on mission, to go cop pays
one-seven-three [???]
Five-hundred dimes, stashin' by the P-P
pounds combined
Stuffed like in a Z-three
I used to ride the on a GT Performer

[Hook: Smoke
of a GT Perfomer

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

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

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

Smoke DZA]
Back of a GT
Uh, smokin' some strong
Some strong