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 straight out the
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
Land of the

Got so many cars, I'm like, "What I need to be for?" (Yeah)
Got so much money, I'm like, "What I'm pretend for?" (Yeah)
Hundred dollar bills 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 Barrettas
Nigga, my car, it with umbrellas
Nigga, put shit on acapella, head to toe in Donatella
Nigga know my old school, a Panamera (God damn!)
Mind on me (No), so don't worry 'bout
I smoke and get
Look at my eye (Yeah), I can't how to describe
Your nigga lookin' broke, I hope that shit a (Yeah)

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

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

Freak on my Zodiac, you be heavy on Cognac
I gave you a hundred, you told me a seventy five, bitch
I want me a
I am in oysters, I bought my shawty a cluster
I come and ride for a busta, car came everything except a butler, yeah
She pidgeon-toed in Christians
fuck with Goofy niggas, that's Disney
Always on my grizzly, in the back, picnic (Yeah)
Alka-Seltzer Cold, your career started
You gon' need 4 pair Cartier's to see my
Ok, a dealership
Go so much, a membership
My car knock-kneed like Smith
And I'm signin' off, no penmanship,

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

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