Luyện nghe bài hát J'OUVERT

Me llamo Roberto, y estos son los sueños que no

it all or leave it
(I you)

When there's a patch, don't eyefuck the parachute
They goin' AWOL the second the light goes on
This a treat ain't it, so the powder room
I pull it back and check my rosie, and yeah, I'm to bloom
It's that ninety from hell shit, parlay like when the lane switch
Combat how you feel, strobe light, hit the
twist like exorcist, I'ma see you 'round
'Cause tonight's the I'm losin' all I'm doin', I'm about this

White cuffs, grain
in the suitcase on my way to the bank
White cuffs, wood
in the suitcase on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, on my way to the
On my way to the bank, bank, bank,
On my way to the bank, on my way to the
On my way to the bank, bank,

'Til the casket drops, I will God
Fuck the world, start a riot
Got too too quick
God damn, I'm feeling sick, bitch, call the
Don't act like I ain't dead to ya
Don't act like I ain't deserve shit
'Cause the day, inside my head
That's why I did the I did
Got with these motherfuckers
down from they pedestals
On that petty view, on petty shit
Pray for peace with a knife in my
my piece like a gun to my head
Come just to blast this shit
since birth
Fuck what you think, and what you heard
I feel betrayed, you can the praise
And all of the fuck shit, to get away
Still ain't get to to the fickle-minded people
I thought I knew better, wish I knew
Should known better, wish that I was better
At dealing with the and you fake motherfuckers
Guess I'm too

Excuse we, let me
Let me see ass
We ain't playin'
guy

I'll be in my bag (excuse we) in (let me pass)
who isn't built for this, man?
Me and my built for this, man
We goin' for the in the gram
be in my bag (excuse we) goin' in (let me pass)
Smokin' all the grams in bag, man you isn't built for this, man
Run it like a gingerbread man, fuck that shit, stay nigga
I'ma let that bitch go home, 'cause, my momma,

Black power fist hangin' my black 'fro
Yo, she saw me in that cereal she wants a Oreo, damn
the dam when I spit the flow
I'm on the lam, not the wolf
Hoppin' out the van, I'm on Road
Fans with cameras in the bathroom, man difficult
I just wanna smoke a by my lonely self
Chill, watch numbers go up, off the shelf
I found and put my face on a missing shirt
I dropped out with no promise this shit would
(That this shit work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work)
(Work, work, work, work, work, work, work)

With the dogs, in my ride, door, suicide
Paranoid, do or die, you should know, lie
With the dogs, in my ride, door, suicide
Paranoid, do or die, you should know, lie
Pull up the racks to your shop

Sim sim sim bim, get shot
One, now two, now three, that's a lot,

cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the
White cuffs, grain
in the suitcase on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, on my way to the
On my way to the bank, bank, bank,
On my way to the bank, on my way to the
On my way to the bank, bank,