Luyện nghe bài hát J'OUVERT

Me Roberto, y estos son los sueños que no olvidados

Take it all or it
(I you)

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

White cuffs, 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,

the casket drops, I will play God
Fuck the world, let's start a
Got too too quick
God damn, I'm feeling sick, bitch, the doctor
Don't act like I 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 these motherfuckers
Looking down they pedestals
On petty view, on that petty shit
Pray for with a knife in my hand
my piece like a gun to my head
Come equipped just to blast this
Misunderstood birth
Fuck what you think, and fuck you heard
I feel betrayed, you can keep the
And all of the fuck shit, to get away
Still get to pray to the fickle-minded people
I thought I knew better, I knew better
Should have known better, that I was better
At dealing with the fame and you motherfuckers
Guess I'm too

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 for this, man?
Me and my thugs for this, man
We goin' for the gifts in the
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 bitch go home, 'cause, my momma, wassup?

Black power fist from my black 'fro
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 cameras in the bathroom, man that's difficult
I just wanna a Backwoods by my lonely self
Chill, watch numbers go up, off the shelf
I found and put my face on a missing shirt
I dropped out with no promise that this would
(That this shit 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 know, never lie
With the dogs, in my ride, 'nother door,
Paranoid, do or die, you should know, lie
Pull up with the racks to shop

Sim sim sim bim, get shot
One, now two, now three, that's a lot,

White cuffs, wood
Money in the 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,