Luyện nghe bài hát GT Performer

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

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

Smoke DZA]
Back of a GT

[Verse 2: R. Fieldz]
I burn wood, can't use no heat to warm my chow with
Sleepin' on us, 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 on is childish
Big Lebowski a pistol and a purpose
Open it up and stitch it back just a surgeon
My plant size and structure'll leave you
Skittles like I'm nervous
Your tree is
Hottest strain in the game, I know you it
But still in the lab on nerd shit
They used to label me a lord
Hundred in hot summers
I put up 'em in hands, now I got a
And we made it look
So I say that I did it, these 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: DZA]
of a GT Perfomer
Uh, some 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 fulls of P's like I'm
Green thumb, green hand like I'm Banner
my homie close, he a loose cannon
I'm duecey slammin' shots back
In the spot, 'laxed
'Pac raps
The nigga breathin', in some Y-3 boots
whole style see-through
Keep it a hundred is you hardly do
Shit, I'm godly,
On my '80s Heavy Metal, Mötley Crüe
Mix the Skittle the Cookie, no [?]
I'm on, you'll never get here, even with Bosley
Too sweet in my [?], they think Illuminati
They even seen [?] probably
The room
Bad bitch, I'mma pipe her Rowdy Rowdy
Shit, bud got me drowsy

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