Luyện nghe bài hát J'OUVERT

Me llamo Roberto, y estos son los sueños que no

Take it all or 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 to bloom
It's that ninety nine from hell shit, like when the lane switch
Combat how you feel, strobe light, hit the
Neck twist like exorcist, I'ma see you
'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
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 casket drops, I will God
Fuck the world, let's a riot
Got too much too
God damn, I'm sick, bitch, call the doctor
act like 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 issues with motherfuckers
down from they pedestals
On that petty view, on petty shit
for peace with a knife in my hand
Speak my like a gun to my head
Come equipped to blast this shit
Misunderstood birth
what you think, and fuck what you heard
I feel betrayed, you can keep the
And all of the fuck shit, to get away
Still ain't get to to the fickle-minded people
I thought I knew better, I knew better
Should have known better, that I was better
At dealing the fame and you fake motherfuckers
I'm too real

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)
Guess who isn't built for this,
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 isn't for this, man
Run it like a man, fuck that shit, stay hydrated nigga
let that bitch go home, 'cause, my momma, wassup?

Black power fist hangin' from my black
Yo, she saw me in that cereal she wants a nigga Oreo,
the dam when I spit the flow
I'm on the lam, not the wolf
Hoppin' out the van, I'm on Road
Fans cameras in the bathroom, man that's difficult
I just wanna a Backwoods by my lonely self
Chill, watch go up, book off the shelf
I myself and put my face on a missing shirt
I out with no promise that this shit would
(That this shit 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
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, wood
Money in the on my way to the bank
cuffs, wood 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,