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 Young Mind Fuck
Black out, out
(Youngin' Del Amo)
out, black 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 free throw to make my point
My wittiness leave 'em stuck in the
You need a backwood to to this joint
I'm Robin Hood in Robin jeans, you me?
Never mind I'm tired of tight
in pursuit of happiness in the midst of the madness
With middle fingers to bitches with badges go oink
(Yeah! Yeah!)
I'm on the fence with Common
My is sound, talk of the 90746
No shit,
'em of Han Solo on the battlefront
Everybody Soulo and they 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 these women, I anoint 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 the brass section of the band, you understand?
Pick poison, it's your choice

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

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

Yeah! Yeah!
I I'm in Obama's iPod
Yeah, 'fore I had a
Was for a shortcut to be an icon
But this time it's for the my nigga
Me and the Ichabod Don got palms
And I left Emmet's with a jar and a intercom
act an ass and have a donkey to pin it on
I'm winning no matter 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
Like Slim Shady in jeans
to say I'm vision impaired, all I seen
I'm Yamborghini High, M-O-B
Your 16 is pint to me

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

I'ma out, black out, black out, black out
You white lies while I black out
Black out, black out, black out, out
white horse when I black out
Black out, black out, out, black out
Spark the white lighter then I out
Even white lives matter 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, sitting on my mind
No emotion, orange bottles how I deal mine
Cracking bannies, only time a cross the line
Wrong hand signs'll a function to Columbine
Yeah, So, B.o.B's top
runner, never die clique, the thing you are not brother
Polo Ralph Lauren is keeping the Glock
up medication by the brick
Sipping oil like we're tryna a ship
So, Teag, uppers and the in the mix
Now the film heads talking 'bout a
Living my is a gamble
I that's the perks of the set, bet
Ain't nothing but dirt that bitch wearing that skirt
So I guess that I'm with death
Need the type of cow to get Trump whacked out
Here's the you should ask
What's the without the Da$H
had the option I could back out
If it's the cash then I act out

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