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)
Black out, out
(Belt by Ferrigamo)
Black out, out, black out, yeah
Ay, out

They speak highly of me when I my voice
I gotta shoot a fucking throw to make my point
My wittiness leave 'em stuck in the
You need a backwood to to this joint
I'm Robin in Robin jeans, you follow me?
Never mind I'm of tight analogies
in pursuit of happiness in the midst of the madness
With middle fingers to bitches badges that go oink
(Yeah! Yeah!)
I'm on the fence Common Sense
My logic is sound, talk of the
No shit,
'em of Han Solo on the battlefront
Everybody behind Soulo and backin' up
I just 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 stressin' on my schedule and with 'em
They let me cut so much, I ointment nigga
I'm lubricant baby
I'm than the brass section of the band, you understand?
your poison, it's your choice

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

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

Yeah! Yeah!
I hope I'm in Obama's
Yeah, I had a desktop
Was for a shortcut to be an icon
But this time for the money my nigga
Me and the Don got itchy palms
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 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
Like Slim in Balmain jeans
Difficult to say I'm vision impaired, all I
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, with a by Ferragamo
(Yeah bitch I good)
Hey, just want 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
Black out, black out, black out, out
Pale horse when I black out
out, black out, black out, black out
Spark the white lighter then I out
white lives matter when I black out
Bucket of paint in-front the white house nigga

Young, no shame, Cobain, bastard son
With a gun in palm, money, pussy, crime sitting on my
No emotion, orange bottles how I deal with
Cracking bannies, only time a cross the line
Wrong hand signs'll turn a function to
Yeah, So, B.o.B's top
runner, never die clique, the thing you are not brother
Polo Ralph Lauren is keeping the Glock
up medication by the brick
Sipping oil like we're sink a ship
So, Teag, and the downers in the mix
Now the heads talking 'bout a script
Living my days is a
I guess the perks of the set, bet
Ain't nothing certain but dirt bitch wearing 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
the Soul without the Da$H
Never had the option I could out
If it's 'bout the cash I act out

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