Luyện nghe bài hát Huey Knew

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

They highly of me when I raise my voice
I gotta shoot a fucking 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?
Never mind I'm tired of tight
Still in of happiness in the midst of the madness
With fingers to bitches with badges 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 on the battlefront
Everybody behind 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 these women, I anoint these women
You stressin' on my schedule and appointment 'em
They let me cut so much, I bring ointment
I'm lubricant baby
I'm hornier the brass section of the band, you understand?
your poison, it's your choice

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

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

Yeah! Yeah!
I hope I'm in Obama's
Yeah, 'fore I had a
Was looking for a shortcut to be an
But this time it's for the my nigga
Me and the Ichabod Don got itchy
And I just left Emmet's with a jar and a
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 shit I've been on, remember the pen is gone
Your pinnacle's penny pinching, I'm nickels for my thoughts
Slim Shady in Balmain jeans
Difficult to say I'm impaired, all I seen
I'm High, A$AP M-O-B
16 is pint sized to me

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

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

Young, no shame, Kurt Cobain, son
With a gun in palm, money, pussy, sitting on my mind
No emotion, orange bottles how I deal mine
bannies, only time a nigga cross the line
Wrong hand signs'll turn a to Columbine
Yeah, So, B.o.B's top
runner, never die clique, the thing you are not brother
Polo Ralph is keeping the Glock covered
Pour up medication by the
Sipping oil like we're tryna sink a
So, Teag, uppers and the in the mix
Now the film heads 'bout a script
Living my is a gamble
I guess that's the of the set, bet
Ain't nothing certain but dirt that 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
What's the without the Da$H
Never had the option I could out
If it's the cash then I act out

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