Luyện nghe bài hát LAND OF THE FREAKS

Dat Boy

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

I hop on the
Her on fleek
My pockets
My gon' eat
My a G
We straight out the
Home of the
of the freaks

Got so cars, I'm like, "What I need to be here for?" (Yeah)
Got so much money, I'm like, "What I'm pretend for?" (Yeah)
dollar bills with no motherfuckin' billfold (No)
And you know I'm kickin' shit like a fuckin' field (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, her nigga, my bitch, she came with stilettos
Nigga, my crew, we came Barrettas
Nigga, my car, it with 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 mine
I and get vibes
at my eye (Yeah), I can't decide how to describe
Your nigga broke, I hope that shit a disguise (Yeah)

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

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

Freak on my Zodiac, you be heavy on Cognac
I gave you a hundred, you told me a five, lil' bitch
I want me a
I am in oysters, I bought my shawty a cluster
I come and for a busta, car came with everything except a butler, yeah
She pidgeon-toed in them
Don't with Goofy niggas, that's Disney
on my grizzly, table 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 off, no penmanship, yeah

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 out the street
of the Braves
Land of the