Luyện nghe bài hát J'OUVERT

Me llamo Roberto, y estos son los que no olvidados

it all or leave it
(I you)

When a rough patch, don't eyefuck the parachute
They goin' AWOL the second the light goes on
This a treat ain't it, so initiate the powder
I pull it back and check my rosie, and yeah, I'm bout to
It's that ninety nine from shit, parlay like when the lane switch
how you feel, strobe 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

White cuffs, grain
Money in the 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, start a riot
Got too much too
God damn, I'm feeling sick, bitch, call the
Don't act I ain't been dead to ya
Don't act I ain't deserve this shit
that's the day, inside my head
That's why I did the I did
Got issues with motherfuckers
Looking down from they
On petty view, on that petty shit
Pray for peace a knife in my hand
my piece like a gun to my head
Come equipped just to blast shit
Misunderstood since
Fuck you think, and fuck what you heard
I betrayed, you can keep the praise
And all of the fuck shit, need to get
Still ain't get to to the fickle-minded people
I thought I knew better, wish I better
Should have known better, wish I was better
At dealing with the fame and you fake
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 built for this, man?
Me and my built for this, man
We goin' for the in the gram
I'll be in my bag (excuse we) 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 bitch go home, 'cause, my momma, wassup?

Black power fist hangin' from my 'fro
Yo, she saw me in that cereal she wants a nigga Oreo,
Break the dam when I spit the
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 wanna smoke a Backwoods by my self
Chill, watch numbers go up, off the shelf
I myself and put my face on a missing shirt
I dropped out with no promise that 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, door, suicide
Paranoid, do or die, you should know, 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, that's a lot,

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