Luyện nghe bài hát Huey Knew

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

They speak highly of me I raise my voice
I gotta shoot a fucking free throw to make my
My wittiness leave 'em stuck in the
You need a to roll to this joint
I'm Robin Hood in jeans, you follow me?
Never mind I'm of tight analogies
Still in of happiness in the midst of the madness
With middle to bitches with badges that go oink
(Yeah! Yeah!)
I'm on the fence Common Sense
My logic is sound, of the 90746
No shit,
'em of Han Solo on the battlefront
Everybody behind Soulo and backin' up
I threw my two-step, let her back it up
Go on it up, go on back it up...
You dry snitchin', I'm sliding in moist
You annoy these women, I anoint women
You stressin' on my schedule and appointment 'em
let me cut so much, I bring ointment nigga
I'm lubricant baby
I'm hornier the brass section of the band, you understand?
Pick poison, it's your choice

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

I'ma black out, black out, out, black out
You telling white lies while I out
Black out, out, black out, black out
Pale white horse when I out
out, black out, black out, black out
Spark the white lighter then I out
Even white lives when I black out
Bucket of paint in-front the white house nigga

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

Hey, I'm just a from Del Amo
(Lil from the hood)
Hey, a belt by Ferragamo
(Yeah I look good)
Hey, just doing I wanna
This ain't marijuana, please tell my mama

I'ma black out, black out, out, black out
You telling white lies while I out
Black out, out, black out, black out
Pale white when I black out
Black out, out, black out, black out
Spark the white then I black out
Even white lives when I black out
Bucket of black in-front the white house nigga

Young, no shame, Kurt Cobain, son
With a gun in palm, money, pussy, sitting on my mind
No emotion, orange how I deal with mine
Cracking bannies, only time a nigga the line
Wrong hand turn a function to Columbine
Yeah, So, B.o.B's top
Front runner, never die clique, the you are not brother
Polo Lauren is keeping the Glock covered
Pour up medication by the
Sipping oil like we're sink a ship
So, Teag, and the downers in the mix
Now the film heads talking 'bout a
Living my days is a
I guess that's the of the set, bet
Ain't nothing certain but dirt that bitch that skirt
So I guess that I'm flirting with
Need the type of cow to get Trump whacked out
Here's the question you ask
What's the Soul without the
Never had the I could back out
If 'bout the cash then I act out

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