Luyện nghe bài hát Happy In My Hoody

Direct the secret garden,
Next to my hovering
I it down fresh
the crunch of an apple
Shit, so I just plug in my
It's that nutty
With a bundle of

In his head,
I sled,
As the unravels
my satchel,
My lasso,
I jumped on my
Set forth my pallet
And my pastels
Johnathan Swift-ly
His Travels
At the brewery,
Guzzle a bubbling full
under my chateau,
Where I hung up my
the mantle,
Free the government shackles
I can handle
The tackles
They have grappled
these troublesome vandals
You can catch me in my
I come to the battle
In my canoe,
the puddle to paddle
Still wonderful chap,
Who tipped the cattle

I happy in my hoody on a Friday,
I feel in my hoody on a Friday
I feel in my hoody on a Friday,
If you ain't fucking us
Then you ain't my way
I feel in my hoody on a Friday,
With and kicks,
the spliff full of high grade
I feel happy in my hoody on a
And I see you
If coming at me sideways

the rainy days,
Versus the endless
The she made,
God bless my
It's the laws make,
The I break
The highs, the lows,
The windy
The in rhyme,
Versus the bullets in your
The dollars dive for,
The pusher a Pit-Bull
The too for school,
The under pressure
The with a cause
ready for whatever

So me in my hoody,
off the pigs
Don't come around
There's no where I live
My platoon
Reps 1 daily
Mad Stewy
Yelling you pay me
On the
Cuz I'm if you don't
Motherfucker there's no
On my
I'm a bit back,
You that
Phrase: Hell yeah, it Macka
I don't need a rack,
I ride that tractor

Cats it
Cuz the flow hot
the body of a coupe
With a drop top
go, readjust,
Kids strap belts
take a little ride
To the wishing
That which
Inside my wish had
Where wretched witch
Then cast a
And she must've used
Like twice as
Cuz it made me smoke
Cheech and Chong

or wrong,
I was hooked,
I had found my
I get enough
Of this downwards
not to say
The sound on the earth was
But I knew that under
Was worth
So I packed my
And I grabbed my
And I been back since then

Since
You can my hoody on a Friday
Getting with the lads
On the
Blazing - to Sinatra,
Did it my way
I can't
We're getting for getting sideways

Where my at,
We had to trample the
Hijack the
broke the camel's back
Got my whole in shambles,
But I'm handling
Watch you leave in an
And we sampling
That's the of the city
We drop of sticky,
like Mr Whippy
Catch me in my
blazed again
now the weed,
I the sleeve,
It's made of
I got to pay the rent,
You motherfuckers should
make me beat you down
With a phone like Crowe
I a couple shows,
Hustle a bundle of
Watch the bills and chuckle,
o
I'm rich,
Feel so
Till I the next day,
It's gone by the
Raw Michael Moore,
Got the strung out
I a rhyme about Howard,
He got kicked the out

I feel happy in my on a Friday,
I feel happy in my hoody on a
I feel happy in my on a Friday,
If you ain't with us
Then you going my way
I feel happy in my on a Friday,
With and kicks,
Pack the spliff of high grade
I happy in my hoody on a Friday
And I see you
If your at me sideways