Luyện nghe bài hát Huey Knew

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

They highly of me when I raise my voice
I gotta shoot a fucking free throw to my point
My wittiness leave 'em in the wilderness
You need a to roll to this joint
I'm Robin in Robin jeans, you follow me?
Never mind I'm of tight analogies
Still in pursuit of in the midst of the madness
With middle fingers to bitches with badges go oink
(Yeah! Yeah!)
I'm on the with 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 threw my two-step, let her it up
Go on it up, go on back it up...
You dry snitchin', I'm in something moist
You annoy these women, I anoint these
You stressin' on my and appointment with 'em
let me cut so much, I bring 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, with a by Ferragamo
(Yeah I look good)
Hey, just doing I wanna
This marijuana, please don't tell my mama

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

Yeah! Yeah!
I hope I'm in iPod
Yeah, 'fore I had a
Was looking for a shortcut to be an
But time it's for the money my nigga
Me and the Ichabod Don got itchy
And I just left Emmet's a jar and a intercom
I'ma act an ass and have a to pin it on
I'm winning no matter the decision's depending on
I'm sinister, a ticking bomb in the Pentagon
The typical shit I've been on, remember the pen is
Your pinnacle's penny pinching, I'm getting nickels for my
Like Slim in Balmain jeans
Difficult to say I'm impaired, all I seen
I'm High, A$AP M-O-B
Your 16 is sized to me

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

I'ma black out, black out, black out, out
You telling white lies while I out
out, black out, black out, black out
Pale white horse when I 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

Young, no shame, Cobain, bastard son
With a gun in palm, money, pussy, sitting on my mind
No emotion, bottles how I deal with mine
Cracking bannies, only time a nigga the line
Wrong hand signs'll turn a to Columbine
Yeah, So, B.o.B's top
Front runner, never die clique, the thing you are not
Polo Ralph Lauren is keeping the Glock
up medication by the brick
Sipping oil like we're tryna sink a
So, Teag, and the downers in the mix
Now the heads talking 'bout a script
Living my days is a
I guess that's the of the set, bet
Ain't nothing certain but dirt that bitch that skirt
So I guess that I'm flirting with
Need the type of cow to get Trump whacked out
the question you should ask
What's the Soul without the
Never had the option I could out
If 'bout the cash then I act out

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