Luyện nghe bài hát LAND OF THE FREAKS

Dat Boy

I hop on the
Her on fleek
My pockets
My partner eat
My a G
We out the street
Home of the
Land of the

I hop on the
Her body on
My pockets
My gon' eat
My a G
We out the street
of the Braves
Land of the

Got so cars, I'm like, "What I need to be here for?" (Yeah)
Got so much money, I'm like, "What I'm gon' for?" (Yeah)
Hundred dollar bills with no billfold (No)
And you I'm kickin' shit like a fuckin' field goal (No)
Yeah, gold, all on my (Damn)
Yeah, gold, all on my
Yeah, gold, all on my
Yeah, gold, all on my
Yeah, I'm a misfit, dipshit, fishsticks, six
Times two, I'm cold, swine flu, must I you?
Bitch, tell her nigga, my bitch, she came with
Nigga, my crew, we with Barrettas
Nigga, my car, it came umbrellas
Nigga, put that shit on acapella, to toe in Donatella
Nigga know my old school, a Panamera (God damn!)
on me (No), so don't worry 'bout mine
I smoke and get
at my eye (Yeah), I can't decide how to describe
Your nigga lookin' broke, I that shit a disguise (Yeah)

I hop on the
Her on fleek
My pockets
My partner eat
My a G
We straight out the
of the Braves
Land of the

I hop on the
Her on fleek
My obese
My partner eat
My a G
We out the street
Home of the
Land of the

Freak on my Zodiac, you must be heavy on
I you a hundred, you told me a seventy five, lil' bitch
I want me a
I am in oysters, I bought my shawty a cluster
I and ride for a busta, car came with everything except a butler, yeah
She pidgeon-toed in them
Don't fuck Goofy niggas, that's Disney
Always on my grizzly, table in the back, (Yeah)
Alka-Seltzer Cold, your career fizzin'
You need 4 pair Cartier's to see my vision
Ok, a dealership
Go so much, need a
My car knock-kneed like Kenny
And I'm off, no penmanship, yeah

I hop on the
Her on fleek
My obese
My partner eat
My a G
We out the street
of the Braves
Land of the

I hop on the
Her body on
My obese
My gon' eat
My a G
We out the street
Home of the
of the freaks