Luyện nghe bài hát Happy In My Hoody

Direct the secret garden,
Next to my hovering
I break it down
Like the crunch of an
Shit, so I plug in my channel
It's that motherfucker
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 writing
His Travels
At the brewery,
Guzzle a bubbling full
under my chateau,
Where I up my shadow
the mantle,
Free the government shackles
I can anything
The tackles
They grappled deep
With these vandals
You can me in my hoody
When I come to the
In my canoe,
Pick the to paddle
Still that chap,
Who tipped the cattle

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

It's the days,
the endless summer
The she made,
God my mother
It's the they make,
The laws I
The highs, the lows,
The windy
The in rhyme,
Versus the bullets in pistols
The dollars they for,
The pusher a Pit-Bull
The too for school,
The never pressure
The rebel with a
Whose for whatever

So me in my hoody,
Flipping off the
Don't come around
no shitting where I live
My whole
Reps 1 daily
Mad Stewy
fuck you pay me
On the
Cuz I'm trouble if you
Motherfucker no muzzle
On my
I'm a bit back,
You that
Phrase: Hell yeah, it Macka
I need a bike rack,
I ride shitty tractor

Cats it
Cuz the flow hot
the body of a coupe
With a drop top
go, readjust,
Kids strap belts
Lets a little ride
To the well
That which
Inside my had fell
Where this witch
Then a spell
And she used hers
Like as strong
Cuz it made me smoke
Like Cheech and

or wrong,
I was hooked,
I had my calling
I couldn't get
Of downwards falling
not to say
The sound on the was boring
But I knew that under
Was exploring
So I packed my
And I grabbed my
And I haven't been back since

Since
You can catch my hoody on a
pissy with the lads
On the
- to Frank Sinatra,
Did it my way
I believe
We're getting paid for getting

Where my at,
We had to the track
the straw
That broke the camel's
Got my career in shambles,
But I'm that
Watch you leave in an
And we that
the sound of the city
We ounces of sticky,
Round like Mr
Catch me in my
Getting blazed
now the weed,
I the sleeve,
It's made of
I got to pay the rent,
You should know
Don't make me you down
With a like Russell Crowe
I flip a shows,
Hustle a of smoke
the bills crumble and chuckle,
o
I'm rich,
Feel so
Till I wake the day,
It's gone by the
Raw like Moore,
Got the strung out
I kicked a about Howard,
He got kicked the out

I feel happy in my on a Friday,
I happy in my hoody on a Friday
I happy in my hoody on a Friday,
If you ain't with us
Then you ain't my way
I feel 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 coming at me sideways