Luyện nghe bài hát J'OUVERT

Me llamo Roberto, y estos son los que no olvidados

Take it all or it
(I you)

When there's a 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 and check my rosie, and yeah, I'm bout to bloom
It's that ninety nine from hell shit, parlay like when the switch
Combat how you feel, light, hit the killswitch
Neck twist like exorcist, see you 'round
tonight's 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, 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,

the casket drops, I will play God
Fuck the world, start 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 deserve this shit
that's the day, inside my head
That's why I did the I did
Got issues these motherfuckers
down from they pedestals
On that petty view, on that shit
for peace with a knife in my hand
Speak my like 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 keep the
And all of the fuck shit, to get away
Still ain't get to to the fickle-minded people
I thought I better, wish I knew better
Should have known better, wish that I was
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 thugs for this, man
We for the gifts 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 gingerbread man, fuck that shit, stay hydrated
let that bitch go home, 'cause, my momma, wassup?

Black power fist hangin' my black 'fro
Yo, she saw me in cereal she wants a nigga 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 cameras in the bathroom, man that's difficult
I just wanna smoke a Backwoods by my self
Chill, watch go up, book off the shelf
I found myself and put my on a missing shirt
I out with no promise that 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
With the dogs, in my ride, 'nother door,
Paranoid, do or die, you know, never lie
Pull up with the racks to shop

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

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