Luyện nghe bài hát J'OUVERT

Me llamo Roberto, y estos son los sueños que no

it all or leave it
(I you)

When there's a rough patch, don't the parachute
They goin' AWOL the second 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
that ninety nine from hell shit, parlay like when the lane switch
Combat how you feel, light, hit the killswitch
Neck twist like exorcist, see you 'round
'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 play God
Fuck the world, start a riot
Got too much too
God damn, I'm feeling sick, bitch, the doctor
Don't act I ain't been dead to ya
act like I ain't deserve this shit
'Cause that's the day, my head
That's why I did the I did
Got issues these motherfuckers
Looking from they pedestals
On that petty view, on that shit
Pray for peace with a in my hand
Speak my like a gun to my head
Come just to blast this shit
since birth
Fuck what you think, and fuck what you
I betrayed, you can keep the praise
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, 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 ain't 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 in the gram
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 nigga
let that bitch go home, 'cause, my momma, wassup?

Black power fist from 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 wolf
out the van, I'm on Abbey Road
Fans with in the bathroom, man that's difficult
I just wanna smoke a Backwoods by my lonely
Chill, watch numbers go up, off the shelf
I myself and put my face on a missing shirt
I dropped out with no promise this shit would
(That shit would 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 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 your

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

cuffs, wood 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,