Luyện nghe bài hát Huey Knew

it out, hey
This is a story all how
My life got flipped, turned down
And if you another blunt and keep your mouth shut
I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Mind Fuck
out, black out
(Youngin' Del Amo)
Black out, out
(Belt by Ferrigamo)
Black out, out, black out, yeah
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 backwood to to this joint
I'm Robin Hood in jeans, you follow me?
Never mind I'm tired of tight
Still in of happiness in the midst of the madness
middle fingers to bitches with badges that go oink
(Yeah! Yeah!)
I'm on the fence Common Sense
My is sound, talk of the 90746
No shit,
Remind 'em of Han Solo on the
Everybody Soulo and they backin' up
I just my two-step, let her back it up
Go on it up, go on back it up...
You dry snitchin', I'm sliding in moist
You annoy these women, I these women
You stressin' on my schedule and appointment 'em
They let me cut so much, I ointment nigga
I'm lubricant baby
I'm than the brass section of the band, you understand?
Pick your poison, it's choice

Hey, I'm just a youngin Del Amo
(Lil homie the hood)
Yeah, a belt by Ferragamo
(Yeah bitch I good)
Hey, doing want I wanna
This 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
white horse when I black out
Black out, black out, black out, out
Spark the white lighter then I out
Even white lives matter when I out
of black paint in-front the white house nigga

Yeah! Yeah!
I I'm in Obama's iPod
Yeah, 'fore I had a
Was looking for a shortcut to be an
But this it's for the money my nigga
Me and the Don got itchy palms
And I just left Emmet's with a jar and a
I'ma act an ass and a donkey to pin it on
I'm winning no matter what the decision's on
I'm sinister, picture a ticking in the Pentagon
The typical shit I've on, remember the pen is gone
pinnacle's penny pinching, I'm getting nickels for my thoughts
Like Slim Shady in Balmain
to say I'm vision impaired, all I seen
I'm High, A$AP M-O-B
Your 16 is sized to me

Hey, I'm just a from Del Amo
(Lil homie the hood)
Hey, a belt by Ferragamo
(Yeah I look good)
Hey, just doing I wanna
This ain't marijuana, 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, 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

Young, no shame, Cobain, bastard son
With a gun in palm, money, pussy, crime sitting on my
No emotion, orange bottles how I with mine
Cracking bannies, only time a nigga cross the
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 we're tryna sink a ship
So, Teag, uppers and the in the mix
Now the film heads talking a script
my days is a gamble
I that's the perks of the set, bet
Ain't certain but dirt that bitch wearing that skirt
So I that I'm flirting with death
Need the type of cash cow to get whacked out
Here's the question you ask
What's the Soul without the
Never had the I could back out
If 'bout the cash then I act out

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