Luyện nghe bài hát Happy In My Hoody

Direct the secret garden,
Next to my hovering
I it down fresh
Like the crunch of an
Shit, so I plug in my channel
It's nutty motherfucker
a bundle of cashews

In his head,
I sled,
As the jungle
my satchel,
My lasso,
I on my camel
Set forth my pallet
And my colouring
Swift-ly writing
His Travels
At the brewery,
a bubbling glass full
Went my chateau,
I hung up my shadow
the mantle,
Free from the government
I can handle
The tackles
They grappled deep
With these vandals
You can catch me in my
When I to the battle
In my canoe,
the puddle to paddle
Still wonderful chap,
Who tipped the slumbering

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

the rainy days,
Versus the summer
The she made,
God bless my
It's the laws make,
The laws I
The highs, the lows,
The windy
The in rhyme,
Versus the bullets in your
The they 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 here
no shitting where I live
My whole
Reps 1 love
Mad Stewy
Yelling you pay me
On the
Cuz I'm trouble if you
there's no muzzle
On my
I'm a bit back,
You that
Phrase: Hell yeah, kick it
I need a bike rack,
I ride that tractor

Cats it
Cuz the look hot
Like the body of a
With a cream top
go, readjust,
Kids strap your
Lets take a little
To the wishing
That which
Inside my wish had
Where this wretched
Then a spell
And she must've hers
Like twice as
Cuz it me wanna smoke
Like Cheech and

or wrong,
I was hooked,
I had my calling
I get enough
Of downwards falling
not to say
The on the earth was boring
But I that under ground
Was exploring
So I my bags
And I my swag
And I haven't back since then

then
You can catch my hoody on a
Getting with the lads
On the
- to Frank Sinatra,
Did it my way
I can't
getting paid for getting sideways

Where my at,
We had to the track
the straw
That broke the back
Got my career in shambles,
But I'm handling
you leave in an ambulance
And we sampling
That's the of the city
We drop of sticky,
Round like Mr
me in my hoody
Getting again
now the weed,
I the sleeve,
It's made of
I got to pay the rent,
You motherfuckers should
Don't me beat you down
With a phone like Crowe
I a couple shows,
Hustle a of smoke
Watch the crumble and chuckle,
o
I'm rich,
Feel so
Till I the next day,
It's by the morning
Raw Michael Moore,
Got the strung out
I kicked a rhyme Howard,
He got kicked the out

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