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 your mouth 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 of me when I raise my voice
I gotta shoot a fucking free throw to my point
My leave 'em stuck in the wilderness
You a backwood to roll to this joint
I'm Robin Hood in jeans, you follow me?
mind I'm tired of tight analogies
Still in pursuit of happiness in the midst of the
With middle fingers to bitches with 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 Solo on the
Everybody behind Soulo and they 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 something
You annoy women, I anoint these women
You stressin' on my and appointment with 'em
let me cut so much, I bring ointment nigga
I'm slick baby
I'm hornier than the brass section of the band, you
Pick your poison, it's choice

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

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

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

Hey, I'm a youngin from 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 my mama

I'ma out, black out, black out, black out
You telling white lies while I out
out, black out, black out, black out
Pale white when I black out
out, black out, black out, black out
Spark the lighter then I black 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, bottles how I deal with mine
Cracking bannies, time a nigga cross the line
Wrong hand signs'll turn a function to
Yeah, So, B.o.B's top
Front runner, die clique, the thing you are not brother
Polo Lauren is keeping the Glock covered
Pour up by the brick
Sipping oil like we're tryna a ship
So, Teag, and the downers in the mix
Now the film heads talking 'bout a
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 guess I'm flirting with death
the type of cash cow to get Trump whacked out
Here's the you should ask
What's the Soul the Da$H
Never had the option I could out
If it's 'bout the then I act out

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