Luyện nghe bài hát Happy In My Hoody

Direct the secret garden,
to my hovering castle
I break it down
Like the of an apple
Shit, so I just in my channel
It's that nutty
a bundle of cashews

In his head,
I sled,
As the unravels
my satchel,
My lasso,
I jumped on my
Set forth my pallet
And my colouring
Johnathan Swift-ly
His Gulliver's
At the brewery,
Guzzle a bubbling full
under my chateau,
Where I hung up my
the mantle,
Free from the shackles
I can handle
The government
They have deep
With these vandals
You can me in my hoody
I come to the battle
In my canoe,
Pick the to paddle
that wonderful chap,
Who tipped the cattle

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

It's the days,
Versus the summer
The she made,
God my mother
the laws they make,
The laws I
The highs, the lows,
The windy
The in rhyme,
Versus the in your pistols
The dollars dive for,
The pusher with a
The too for school,
The never under
The rebel with a
Whose for whatever

So me in my hoody,
off the pigs
Don't around here
There's no shitting where I
My whole
1 love daily
Mad like
fuck you pay me
On the
Cuz I'm trouble if you
Motherfucker there's no
On my
I'm a bit back,
You that
Hell yeah, kick it Macka
I don't need a rack,
I that shitty tractor

Cats it
Cuz the flow hot
Like the body of a
With a cream top
go, readjust,
Kids your belts
take a little ride
To the well
well which
Inside my had fell
Where this witch
cast a spell
And she used hers
Like as strong
Cuz it me wanna smoke
Like and Chong

or wrong,
I was hooked,
I had found my
I get enough
Of this falling
not to say
The sound on the was boring
But I knew under ground
Was worth
So I packed my
And I grabbed my
And I haven't been since then

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

Where my at,
We had to the track
Hijack the
That the camel's back
Got my career in shambles,
But I'm that
you leave in an ambulance
And we that
the sound of the city
We ounces of sticky,
Round like Mr
me in my hoody
Getting blazed
now the weed,
I the sleeve,
made of hemp
I got to pay the rent,
You motherfuckers should
make me beat you down
With a like Russell Crowe
I a couple shows,
a bundle of smoke
Watch the crumble and chuckle,
o
I'm rich,
Feel so
Till I wake the day,
It's gone by the
Raw Michael Moore,
Got the government out
I kicked a about Howard,
He got the fuck out

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