Luyện nghe bài hát GT Performer

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

[Verse 1: Bronson]
I got the big bag of Skittles, like Lynch
No matter what, we never far from a
far from a stoup, never far from a hallway
Never far from a street, never far from a Broadway
Uh, we say fuck the Law say
Yeah, I pay the white on a beach
to reach a higher place
I know there's more out there just us, right?
So I fuck, I try to make a doctor with this left nut
Or the world's greatest opera
something to this Earth before I leave it
And back as some other motherfucker named Steven
From New
That smoke trees; 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 on this mission, to go cop pays
From one-seven-three
dimes, bodies stashin' by the P-P
Six-hundred pounds
Stuffed like peppers in a
I used to ride the on a GT Performer

Smoke DZA]
Back of a GT

2: Green R. Fieldz]
I burn wood, can't use no heat to warm my chow with
Sleepin' on us, then we pinnin' back 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 size and structure'll leave you wordless
Chain-smokin' 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 drug
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 motherfuckers believe me
I talk shit, but still that action, like Bronson
And let 'em do me like they did Nucky Thompson

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

[Verse 3: DZA]
Uh, I'm sick with the grammar, the Harlem
The boys try to slander, I'm with the banter
Laundry bag of P's like I'm Santa
Green thumb, green hand like I'm Bruce
Keep my homie close, he a loose
I'm duecey slammin' them shots
In the gamblin' spot,
Ramblin raps
The nigga breathin', in some Y-3 boots
whole style see-through
Keep it a is what you hardly do
Shit, I'm godly,
On my Heavy Metal, bumpin' Mötley Crüe
Mix the with the Cookie, no [?]
Level I'm on, you'll never get here, even with
Too sweet in my [?], they think Illuminati
They ain't seen [?] probably
The cloudy
Bad bitch, I'mma pipe her like Rowdy
Shit, this bud got me

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