Luyện nghe bài hát GT Performer

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

[Verse 1: Action
I got the big bag of Skittles, like Marshawn
No matter what, we never far from a
far from a stoup, never far from a hallway
Never far from a main street, far from a Broadway
Uh, we say what the Law say
Yeah, I pay the piano on a beach
Tryin' to 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 opera singer
Contribute something to this Earth I leave it
And come back as some other named Steven
New Zealand
That don't smoke trees; you that I'm a fiend
That's not gonna work; I hope it's a dream, shit
There's shark on the
As I embark on this mission, to go cop
From [???]
Five-hundred dimes, bodies by the P-P
pounds combined
Stuffed peppers 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 heat to my chow with
Sleepin' on us, then we pinnin' your fuckin' eyelids
If you don't wanna 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 and a purpose
Open it up and it back just like a surgeon
My size and structure'll leave you wordless
Chain-smokin' Skittles like I'm
Your tree is
Hottest strain in the game, I know you 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 it look easy
So when I say that I did it, these motherfuckers don't me
I talk shit, but still that action, like Bronson
And never let 'em do me like they did Nucky

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

[Verse 3: DZA]
Uh, I'm sick the grammar, the Harlem glamour
The try to slander, I'm hater-proof with the banter
bag fulls of P's like I'm Santa
Green thumb, green like I'm Bruce Banner
Keep my homie close, he a cannon
I'm duecey slammin' shots back
In the gamblin' spot,
Ramblin raps
The highest nigga breathin', in some Y-3
Your whole style
Keep it a is what 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 it's Illuminati
They ain't even seen [?]
The cloudy
Bad bitch, I'mma her like Rowdy Rowdy
Shit, this bud got me

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