Luyện nghe bài hát J'OUVERT

Me Roberto, y estos son los sueños que no olvidados

it all or leave it
(I you)

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

cuffs, wood grain
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,

the casket drops, I will play God
Fuck the world, let's start a
Got too much too
God damn, I'm sick, bitch, call the doctor
Don't act I ain't been dead to ya
Don't act like I ain't deserve this
'Cause that's the day, my head
why I did the drugs I did
Got with these motherfuckers
down from they pedestals
On that petty view, on that petty
Pray for with a knife in my hand
Speak my piece a gun to my head
Come equipped just to blast this
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 pray to the fickle-minded
I I knew better, wish I knew better
have known better, wish that I was better
At dealing with the fame and you 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 thugs 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 bag, man you isn't built for this, man
Run it like a gingerbread man, fuck that shit, stay hydrated
I'ma let that 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
the dam when I spit 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 by my lonely 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 this 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
up with the racks to your shop

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

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