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 another blunt and keep your shut
I'll tell you how I the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, out
(Youngin' Del Amo)
out, black out
(Belt by Ferrigamo)
Black out, black out, out, yeah
Ay, out

They speak highly of me when I my voice
I gotta a fucking free throw to make my point
My wittiness leave 'em in the wilderness
You a backwood to roll to this joint
I'm Robin Hood in Robin jeans, you me?
Never mind I'm tired of analogies
Still in of happiness in the midst of the madness
With middle fingers to bitches with that go oink
(Yeah! Yeah!)
I'm on the fence Common Sense
My logic is sound, talk of the
No shit,
Remind 'em of Han on the battlefront
Everybody behind Soulo and backin' up
I just 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 and appointment with 'em
They let me cut so much, I ointment nigga
I'm slick baby
I'm hornier the brass section of the band, you understand?
Pick your poison, it's your

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

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

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

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

I'ma black out, out, black out, black out
You white lies 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 lives matter when I black out
Bucket of black paint in-front the white nigga

Young, no shame, Cobain, bastard son
a gun in palm, money, pussy, crime sitting on my mind
No emotion, orange how I deal with mine
Cracking bannies, only time a 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 medication by the
Sipping oil like we're tryna sink a
So, Teag, and the downers in the mix
Now the film heads talking a script
Living my days is a
I that's the perks of the set, bet
Ain't nothing certain but that bitch wearing that skirt
So I guess that I'm flirting with
Need the type of cash cow to get whacked out
the question you should ask
What's the Soul without the
Never had the option I back out
If it's 'bout the cash I act out

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