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 that the light goes on
This a ain't it, so initiate the powder room
I pull it back and my rosie, and yeah, I'm bout to bloom
that ninety nine from hell shit, parlay like when the lane switch
Combat how you feel, light, hit the killswitch
Neck twist like exorcist, see you 'round
'Cause tonight's the night I'm losin' all I'm doin', I'm about

cuffs, wood grain
Money in the on my way to the bank
cuffs, wood grain
Money in the 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 drops, I will play God
Fuck the world, start a riot
Got too too quick
God damn, I'm sick, bitch, call the doctor
Don't act like I ain't been to ya
Don't act like I ain't this shit
'Cause that's the day, my head
That's why I did the I did
Got issues these motherfuckers
Looking down they pedestals
On that view, on that petty shit
Pray for peace a knife in my hand
Speak my piece like a gun to my
equipped just to blast this shit
Misunderstood since
Fuck what you think, and fuck you heard
I betrayed, you can keep the praise
And all of the fuck shit, to get away
Still get to pray to the fickle-minded 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
I'm too real

Excuse we, let me
Let me see ass
We playin' nice
guy

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

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

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

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

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