Luyện nghe bài hát Huey Knew

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

They speak highly of me I raise my voice
I gotta shoot a free throw to make my point
My wittiness leave 'em stuck in the
You need a to roll to this joint
I'm Robin in Robin jeans, you follow me?
Never mind I'm tired of analogies
Still in pursuit of happiness in the midst of the
With middle fingers to bitches with badges that go
(Yeah! Yeah!)
I'm on the fence with Sense
My is sound, talk of the 90746
No shit,
Remind 'em of Han Solo on the
Everybody behind Soulo and 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 these women
You on my schedule and appointment with 'em
They let me cut so much, I bring nigga
I'm slick baby
I'm hornier than the brass of the band, you understand?
your poison, it's your choice

Hey, I'm just a from Del Amo
(Lil homie the hood)
Yeah, 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, out, black out
You telling white lies I black out
Black out, black out, out, black out
Pale white horse I black out
Black out, black out, out, black out
Spark the white lighter I black out
Even white lives matter when I out
Bucket of paint in-front the white house nigga

Yeah! Yeah!
I hope I'm in iPod
Yeah, I had a desktop
Was looking for a shortcut to be an
But this time for the money my nigga
Me and the Ichabod Don got palms
And I just Emmet's with a jar and a intercom
act an ass and have a donkey to pin it on
I'm no matter what the decision's depending on
I'm sinister, a ticking bomb in the Pentagon
The typical shit I've been on, the pen is gone
Your pinnacle's 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, M-O-B
16 is pint sized to me

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

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

Young, no shame, Kurt Cobain, son
a gun in palm, money, pussy, crime sitting on my mind
No emotion, orange bottles how I deal mine
Cracking bannies, only time a nigga the line
Wrong signs'll turn a function 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 covered
Pour up by the brick
Sipping oil like we're tryna a ship
So, Teag, uppers and the in the mix
Now the film heads 'bout a script
Living my days is a
I that's the perks of the set, bet
Ain't nothing certain but dirt that bitch wearing that
So I guess that I'm flirting death
Need the type of cash cow to get whacked out
Here's the you should ask
What's the Soul the Da$H
Never had the I could back out
If it's 'bout the cash I act out

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