Luyện nghe bài hát LAND OF THE FREAKS

Dat Boy

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

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

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 know I'm 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
two, I'm cold, swine flu, must I remind 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 on acapella, head to toe in Donatella
Nigga my old school, a motherfuckin' Panamera (God damn!)
Mind on me (No), so don't 'bout mine
I and get vibes
Look at my eye (Yeah), I can't how to describe
Your nigga broke, I hope that shit a disguise (Yeah)

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

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

Freak on my Zodiac, you must be on Cognac
I gave you a hundred, you me a seventy five, lil' bitch
I me a quarterback
I am indulgin' in oysters, I bought my a cluster
I come and ride for a busta, car came with except a butler, yeah
She pidgeon-toed in Christians
Don't fuck with 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 like Kenny Smith
And I'm off, no penmanship, 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 gon' eat
My a G
We straight out the
of the Braves
Land of the