Luyện nghe bài hát LAND OF THE FREAKS

Dat Boy

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

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

Got so many cars, I'm like, "What I to be here for?" (Yeah)
Got so much money, I'm like, "What I'm gon' for?" (Yeah)
dollar bills with no motherfuckin' billfold (No)
And you know I'm kickin' shit 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, flu, must I remind you?
Bitch, tell her nigga, my bitch, she came stilettos
Nigga, my crew, we came with
Nigga, my car, it came umbrellas
Nigga, put that shit on acapella, to toe in Donatella
Nigga my old school, a motherfuckin' Panamera (God damn!)
Mind on me (No), so don't worry 'bout
I and get vibes
Look at my eye (Yeah), I decide how to describe
Your nigga lookin' broke, I hope that a disguise (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 partner eat
My a G
We straight out the
Home of the
of the freaks

Freak on my Zodiac, you must be on Cognac
I gave you a hundred, you told me a five, lil' bitch
I want me a
I am indulgin' in oysters, I 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 with Goofy niggas, that's Disney
Always on my grizzly, in the back, picnic (Yeah)
Alka-Seltzer Cold, your started fizzin'
You gon' need 4 Cartier's to see my vision
Ok, deliverin' a
Go so much, a membership
My car knock-kneed like Smith
And I'm signin' off, no penmanship,

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

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