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 matter what, we far from a bench
Never far from a stoup, never far from a
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 left nut
Or the world's greatest opera
Contribute something to Earth 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 gonna work; I hope it's just a dream,
There's shark on the
As I embark on this mission, to go cop
From one-seven-three
Five-hundred dimes, bodies by the P-P
pounds combined
Stuffed like in a Z-three
I used to ride the on a GT Performer

Smoke DZA]
Back of a GT

[Verse 2: Green R.
I burn wood, can't use no pussy heat to my chow with
Sleepin' on us, then we pinnin' back your fuckin'
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 with a pistol and a
Open it up and stitch it back just like a
My plant size and structure'll leave you
Chain-smokin' Skittles I'm nervous
Your is worthless
strain in the game, I know you heard it
But still in the lab on nerd shit
They to label me a drug lord
Hundred packs in hot
I put up 'em in hands, now I got a
And we made it look
So when I say that I did it, motherfuckers don't believe me
I talk shit, but still 'bout that action, like
And never let 'em do me like did Nucky Thompson

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

[Verse 3: DZA]
Uh, I'm sick the grammar, the Harlem glamour
The try to slander, I'm hater-proof with the banter
Laundry bag of P's like I'm Santa
Green thumb, green like I'm Bruce Banner
Keep my close, he a loose cannon
I'm slammin' them shots back
In the gamblin' spot,
Ramblin raps
The highest nigga breathin', in Y-3 boots
whole style see-through
Keep it a is what you hardly do
Shit, I'm godly,
On my '80s Heavy Metal, bumpin' Mötley
Mix the with the Cookie, no [?]
Level I'm on, you'll never get here, even with
Too sweet in my [?], they think it's
They even seen [?] probably
The room
Bad bitch, pipe her like Rowdy Rowdy
Shit, this bud got me

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