Luyện nghe bài hát Hum Drum

The is peelin
Now
An' when the chips are

You gotta lose all
Now
An' the chips are down

Yea, I gets it everybody know what Remy 'bout
Got niggas like Justin just pulled Janet's titty out
Yea, I spit it out quick to put a out
The larged in doctors can't get 'em out
You gets no love, to me y'all dead
My records don't then I'ma sell drugs
From O's to whole P's, to whole keys
No joke, I got coke that'll make ya nose

so pote and my fiends done OD'd
For three hundred and fifty a pop sell you a dro seed
You don't know me and thats the fun part
See my flows retarded but Miss Martin is dumb
An' you are literate, you even read the tele prompta
I got flyin' me weed in by helicopter
You look sad when I in this toy Benz
You be real mad when I bag ya boyfriend

The paint is
Now
An' the chips are down

You gotta all feelin'
Now
An' when the are down

The paint is
Now
An' the chips are down

You lose all feelin'
Now
Your head goes round and

You can feel my pain like a drug, you can it with fire
And you can mix it with your if your tryin' a get higher
Another angel in a thug's body and tired
to court got a illuminati judgin' me biased
Shit, I talkin' for everybody, walkin'
The way I walk, it's a challenge to balance on wires
My old put me on said he robbed the supplier
So I pieced him out with pity his ass was on fire

What goes comes around holmes I ain't lyin'
That's why the scars on my 'coz bad karma and violence
Just before a nigga wake I the night in silence
To my nerves a little break before it's back to the malice
I'd like to dedicate this to old emotional scars
Some nights I meditate hopin' me closer to God
Tryin' to regulate my time the Earth and the stars
Get my health back to determine I curlin' them bars

The is peelin
Now
An' the chips are down

You lose all feelin'
Now
An' the chips are down

The paint is
Now
An' the chips are down

You lose all feelin'
Now
Your head round and round

Yo this the upcoming success definition of
Put ya on me, you get recognition and profits
On any condition I drops it on a no listen to gossip
Whether imposta's sorta like a mobsta and my niggas, I got ya
We all gon' be eatin' like Italians with pasta
Smokin' weed, eatin' chicken like the Robsters
After go to city, Allen and get the lobsters

Now can I get a witness lemme show my visions
Never had a job but still all my business
No G.E.D only the what's my lyrics
I rhyme heavenly and let off the appearance
And rap so I keep my dough stacks don't me go
And clap, clap at yo do' Matt nigga hold that
There's no feelings I'm feelin' 'cause when I'm feelin' I'm killin' the Motherfucker right on his trip killin' the villan what

The paint is
Now
An' the chips are down

You lose all feelin'
Now
An' when the are down

The is peelin
Now
An' when the are down

You gotta all feelin'
Now
Your head goes and round

The is peelin
Now
An' the chips are down

You gotta lose all
Now
An' the chips are down

The is peelin
Now
An' the chips are down

You gotta lose all
Now
Your head round and round