Luyện nghe bài hát J'OUVERT

Me llamo Roberto, y son los sueños que no olvidados

Take it all or it
(I you)

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

White cuffs, wood
in the suitcase on my way to the bank
White cuffs, grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the
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 play God
Fuck the world, let's start a
Got too too quick
God damn, I'm feeling sick, bitch, the doctor
Don't act I ain't been dead to ya
Don't act like I ain't deserve shit
that's the day, inside my head
That's why I did the I did
Got with these motherfuckers
Looking down from pedestals
On petty view, on that petty shit
Pray for peace with a knife in my
Speak my piece a gun to my head
Come equipped to blast this shit
Misunderstood since
Fuck you think, and fuck what you heard
I feel betrayed, you can the praise
And all of the fuck shit, need to get
Still ain't get to pray to the people
I I knew better, wish I knew better
Should have better, wish that I was better
At with the fame 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 gifts in the
I'll be in my bag (excuse we) in (let me pass)
Smokin' all the in this bag, man you isn't built for this, man
Run it a gingerbread man, fuck that shit, stay hydrated nigga
I'ma let that go home, 'cause, my momma, wassup?

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

With the dogs, in my ride, 'nother door,
Paranoid, do or die, you know, never lie
the dogs, in my ride, 'nother door, suicide
Paranoid, do or die, you should know, lie
Pull up with the to your shop

Sim sim sim badda bim, get
One, now two, now three, a lot, damn

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