Luyện nghe bài hát GT Performer

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

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

[Hook: DZA]
of a GT Perfomer

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

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

[Verse 3: DZA]
Uh, I'm sick with the grammar, the glamour
The boys try to slander, I'm hater-proof the banter
Laundry bag of P's like I'm Santa
Green thumb, green hand like I'm Banner
Keep my close, he a loose cannon
I'm duecey slammin' them back
In the spot, 'laxed
'Pac raps
The highest nigga breathin', in some Y-3
Your whole see-through
Keep it a hundred is what you do
Shit, I'm godly,
On my '80s Heavy Metal, bumpin' Mötley
Mix the Skittle the Cookie, no [?]
Level I'm on, you'll never get here, with Bosley
Too sweet in my [?], they it's Illuminati
They even seen [?] probably
The cloudy
Bad bitch, I'mma her like Rowdy Rowdy
Shit, this bud got me

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