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 and keep your mouth shut
tell you how I became 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 'em stuck in the wilderness
You a backwood to roll to this joint
I'm Robin Hood in Robin jeans, you me?
mind I'm tired of tight analogies
Still in pursuit of happiness in the 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, of the 90746
No shit,
'em of Han Solo on the battlefront
Everybody Soulo and they backin' up
I threw 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 anoint women
You stressin' on my schedule and appointment 'em
They let me cut so much, I bring ointment
I'm slick baby
I'm hornier than the section of the band, you understand?
your poison, it's your choice

Hey, I'm a youngin from Del Amo
(Lil homie the hood)
Yeah, with a by Ferragamo
(Yeah bitch I good)
Hey, just doing want I
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
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
Even white lives when I black out
Bucket of black in-front the white house nigga

Yeah! Yeah!
I I'm in Obama's iPod
Yeah, 'fore I had a
Was looking for a 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
I'ma act an ass and have a to pin it on
I'm winning no matter what the depending on
I'm sinister, a ticking bomb in the Pentagon
The typical shit I've on, remember the pen is gone
Your penny pinching, I'm getting nickels for my thoughts
Like Shady in Balmain jeans
to say I'm vision impaired, all I seen
I'm Yamborghini High, A$AP
Your 16 is pint to me

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

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

Young, no shame, Cobain, bastard son
a gun in palm, money, pussy, crime 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 function to
Yeah, So, B.o.B's top
Front runner, never die clique, the thing you are not
Ralph Lauren is keeping the Glock covered
Pour up by the brick
Sipping oil we're tryna sink a ship
So, Teag, uppers and the in the mix
Now the film talking 'bout a script
Living my is a gamble
I guess the perks of the set, bet
Ain't nothing certain but that bitch wearing that skirt
So I guess that I'm flirting death
the type of cash cow to get Trump whacked out
Here's the you should ask
the Soul without the Da$H
Never had the option I back out
If 'bout the cash then I act out

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