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 blunt and your mouth shut
I'll tell you how I became the wicked they call Young Mind Fuck
out, black out
(Youngin' Del Amo)
out, black out
(Belt by Ferrigamo)
Black out, black out, out, yeah
Ay, out

They highly of me when I raise my voice
I shoot a fucking free throw to make my point
My wittiness leave 'em in the wilderness
You need a backwood to roll to this
I'm Hood in Robin jeans, you follow me?
mind I'm tired of tight analogies
Still in pursuit of happiness in the of the madness
With middle fingers to bitches with that go oink
(Yeah! Yeah!)
I'm on the fence with Common
My logic is sound, of the 90746
No shit,
Remind 'em of Han 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 sliding in something
You annoy women, I anoint these women
You stressin' on my schedule and appointment 'em
let me cut so much, I bring ointment nigga
I'm lubricant 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 from the hood)
Yeah, a belt by Ferragamo
(Yeah I look good)
Hey, just want I wanna
This ain't marijuana, please 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 when I black out
out, black out, black out, black out
Spark the lighter then I black out
white lives matter when I black out
Bucket of black paint in-front the white house

Yeah! Yeah!
I hope I'm in iPod
Yeah, I had a desktop
Was looking for a to be an icon
But this 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 a donkey to pin it on
I'm winning no what the decision's depending on
I'm sinister, picture a ticking bomb in the
The typical shit I've been on, remember the pen is
Your pinnacle's penny pinching, I'm getting for my thoughts
Slim Shady in Balmain jeans
Difficult to say I'm vision impaired, all I
I'm High, A$AP M-O-B
Your 16 is pint to me

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

I'ma black out, black out, black out, out
You white lies while I black out
Black out, black out, black out, out
Pale white when I black out
Black out, black out, black out, out
Spark the white lighter I black out
Even white matter when I black out
Bucket of black paint in-front the white 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 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 you are not brother
Polo Ralph is keeping the Glock covered
up medication by the brick
Sipping oil like we're tryna sink a
So, Teag, uppers and the in the mix
Now the film heads talking a script
Living my days is a
I guess the perks of the set, bet
Ain't nothing certain but dirt that bitch wearing that
So I guess that I'm with 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 I could back out
If it's 'bout the then I act out

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