Luyện nghe bài hát Huey Knew

it out, hey
This is a story all how
My got flipped, turned upside down
And if you roll blunt and keep your mouth shut
I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they Young Mind Fuck
Black out, out
(Youngin' Del Amo)
Black out, out
(Belt by Ferrigamo)
Black out, out, black out, yeah
Ay, out

They highly of me when I raise my voice
I gotta shoot a free throw to make my point
My wittiness leave 'em in the wilderness
You need a backwood to roll to this
I'm Robin Hood in Robin jeans, you me?
Never I'm tired of tight analogies
Still in pursuit of happiness in the of the madness
With middle fingers to bitches with badges that go
(Yeah! Yeah!)
I'm on the fence with Common
My is sound, talk of the 90746
No shit,
'em of Han Solo on the battlefront
Everybody behind Soulo and they up
I threw my two-step, let her back it up
Go on back it up, go on it up...
You dry snitchin', I'm in something moist
You annoy these women, I these women
You on my schedule and appointment with 'em
They let me cut so much, I bring nigga
I'm lubricant baby
I'm hornier than the brass section of the band, you
Pick your poison, it's your

Hey, I'm just a youngin Del Amo
(Lil homie the hood)
Yeah, a belt by Ferragamo
(Yeah bitch I good)
Hey, doing want I wanna
This ain't marijuana, please don't tell my

I'ma black out, black out, out, black out
You telling white lies I black out
out, black out, black out, black out
Pale white horse I black out
out, black out, black out, black out
Spark the white lighter I black out
white lives matter when I black out
Bucket of black paint the white house nigga

Yeah! Yeah!
I hope I'm in Obama's
Yeah, 'fore I had a
Was looking for a shortcut to be an
But this time for the money my nigga
Me and the Ichabod Don got itchy
And I just left Emmet's with a jar and a
I'ma act an ass and have a to pin it on
I'm winning no what the decision's depending on
I'm sinister, picture a bomb in the Pentagon
The typical shit I've been on, remember the pen is
Your pinnacle's pinching, I'm getting nickels for my thoughts
Slim Shady in Balmain jeans
Difficult to say I'm impaired, all I seen
I'm Yamborghini High, A$AP
Your 16 is pint to me

Hey, I'm just a from Del Amo
(Lil homie the hood)
Hey, with a belt by
(Yeah bitch I good)
Hey, just doing want I
This ain't marijuana, please don't my mama

black out, black out, black out, black out
You telling white lies I black out
out, black out, black out, black out
Pale horse when I black out
out, black out, black out, black out
Spark the white lighter I black out
Even white lives matter when I out
of black paint in-front the white house nigga

Young, no shame, Cobain, bastard son
With a gun in palm, money, pussy, sitting on my mind
No emotion, orange bottles how I deal with
Cracking bannies, only a nigga cross the line
Wrong hand signs'll turn a function to
Yeah, So, B.o.B's top
Front runner, never die clique, the thing you are not
Polo Ralph Lauren is keeping the covered
Pour up medication by the
oil like we're tryna sink a ship
So, Teag, uppers and the in the mix
Now the heads talking 'bout a script
Living my days is a
I that's the perks of the set, bet
Ain't nothing certain but dirt that bitch wearing skirt
So I guess I'm flirting with death
Need the type of cash cow to get Trump out
the question you should ask
What's the Soul without the
had the option I could back out
If it's 'bout the cash I act out

out, black out
Black out, out
Black out, out
Black out, out
Yeah, So