Luyện nghe bài hát Happy In My Hoody

Direct from the garden,
Next to my castle
I break it fresh
the crunch of an apple
Shit, so I just in my channel
It's that motherfucker
a bundle of cashews

In his head,
I sled,
As the unravels
my satchel,
My lasso,
I on my camel
Set forth my pallet
And my colouring
Swift-ly writing
His Travels
At the brewery,
Guzzle a glass full
under my chateau,
Where I hung up my
the mantle,
Free the government shackles
I can anything
The government
They have grappled
With troublesome vandals
You can catch me in my
When I come to the
In my canoe,
Pick the to paddle
that wonderful chap,
Who the slumbering cattle

I feel in my hoody on a Friday,
I feel happy in my hoody on a
I happy in my hoody on a Friday,
If you fucking with us
Then you going my way
I happy in my hoody on a Friday,
With and kicks,
Pack the full of high grade
I happy in my hoody on a Friday
And I see you
If coming at me sideways

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

So me in my hoody,
Flipping off the
come around here
There's no shitting where I
My platoon
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 like
Phrase: yeah, kick it Macka
I need a bike rack,
I ride that tractor

Cats it
Cuz the flow hot
Like the body of a
a cream drop top
go, readjust,
Kids strap your
Lets take a ride
To the wishing
That well
Inside my wish had
this wretched witch
Then a spell
And she must've hers
Like as strong
Cuz it made me wanna
Like Cheech and

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

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

Where my at,
We had to the track
Hijack the
That broke the back
Got my whole in shambles,
But I'm that
Watch you leave in an
And we that
the sound of the city
We drop of sticky,
Round like Mr
Catch me in my
Getting blazed
now the weed,
I the sleeve,
made of hemp
I got to pay the rent,
You motherfuckers know
make me beat you down
With a phone like Russell
I a couple shows,
Hustle a bundle of
the bills crumble and chuckle,
o
I'm rich,
Feel so
Till I the next 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 feel happy in my on a Friday
I feel in my hoody on a Friday,
If you fucking with us
Then you ain't my way
I feel in my hoody on a Friday,
caps and kicks,
Pack the spliff full of high
I happy in my hoody on a Friday
And I see you
If your coming at me