Luyện nghe bài hát Huey Knew

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

speak highly of me when I raise my voice
I gotta shoot a free throw to make my point
My wittiness leave 'em stuck in the
You a backwood to roll to this joint
I'm Robin in Robin jeans, you follow me?
mind I'm tired of tight analogies
Still in pursuit of happiness in the of the madness
With middle fingers to with badges that go oink
(Yeah! Yeah!)
I'm on the with Common Sense
My logic is sound, talk of the
No shit,
Remind 'em of Han on the battlefront
behind Soulo and they backin' up
I just threw my two-step, let her it up
Go on back it up, go on it up...
You dry snitchin', I'm sliding in moist
You annoy these women, I anoint women
You stressin' on my schedule and with 'em
They let me cut so much, I bring ointment
I'm lubricant slick
I'm hornier than the brass of the band, you understand?
Pick your poison, it's choice

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

I'ma black out, black out, out, black out
You telling white while I black out
out, black out, black out, black out
Pale white horse I black out
Black out, black out, black out, out
Spark the white lighter then I out
Even white matter when I black out
Bucket of black paint in-front the 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 time it's for the money my
Me and the Ichabod Don got palms
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 matter what the depending on
I'm sinister, picture a ticking bomb in the
The typical shit I've on, remember the pen is gone
pinnacle's penny pinching, I'm getting nickels for my thoughts
Like Slim Shady in jeans
Difficult to say I'm impaired, all I seen
I'm Yamborghini High, A$AP
16 is pint sized to me

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

black out, black out, black out, black out
You telling white lies while I out
out, black out, black out, black out
Pale horse when I black out
Black out, black out, black out, out
Spark the white lighter then I out
Even white lives matter I black out
of black paint 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 bottles how I deal mine
Cracking bannies, only a nigga cross the line
Wrong hand signs'll turn a to Columbine
Yeah, So, B.o.B's top
Front runner, never die clique, the you are not brother
Ralph Lauren is keeping the Glock covered
Pour up by the brick
oil like we're tryna sink a ship
So, Teag, uppers and the in the mix
Now the film heads 'bout a script
Living my is a gamble
I guess that's the of the set, bet
Ain't nothing but dirt that bitch wearing that skirt
So I that I'm flirting with death
Need the type of cow to get Trump whacked out
Here's the question you ask
What's the without the Da$H
Never had the option I back out
If it's 'bout the cash I act out

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