Luyện nghe bài hát J'OUVERT

Me Roberto, y estos son los sueños que no olvidados

Take it all or it
(I you)

When a rough patch, don't eyefuck the parachute
They goin' AWOL the that the light goes on
This a treat ain't it, so initiate the powder
I it back 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, I'ma see you
'Cause tonight's the I'm losin' all I'm doin', I'm about this

White cuffs, wood
Money in the suitcase on my way to the
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,

'Til the drops, I will play God
Fuck the world, start a riot
Got too too quick
God damn, I'm feeling sick, bitch, call the
Don't act like I ain't been to ya
Don't act like I ain't this shit
that's the day, inside my head
That's why I did the I did
Got issues with these
Looking down from they
On petty view, on that petty shit
Pray for peace with a in my hand
Speak my like a gun to my head
Come equipped just to this shit
since birth
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 people
I thought I knew better, wish I 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 for this, man?
Me and my built for this, man
We for the gifts in the gram
I'll be in my bag (excuse we) in (let me pass)
all the grams in this bag, man you isn't built for this, man
Run it like a gingerbread man, fuck shit, stay hydrated nigga
I'ma let that bitch go home, 'cause, my momma,

Black power fist hangin' my black 'fro
Yo, she saw me in that cereal she wants a Oreo, damn
Break the dam 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 wanna smoke a Backwoods by my lonely self
Chill, watch go up, book off the shelf
I found and put my face on a missing shirt
I dropped out with no 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 know, never lie
With the dogs, in my ride, door, suicide
Paranoid, do or die, you should know, lie
Pull up with the to your shop

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

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