Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Of The Sad And Lonely

(Lord of the Sad and Lonely)
Won't you tell me who is; the supreme
Still want to use like I'm not a eater
Move and groove, make the bitch
Want more the dick, gold on the ring finger
Not the one who wanna play dumb, see I'm from Cleveland
I'm up in the hills keep it way trill
And most relax, someone tell me how that feel
I say that loud I go an pop this pill
I say out 'you wanna let me cop a feel?'
Now I out loud but I know my god ill
Bounce with me If you dont a fuck simply
Fed up let up on the overtime
The more I work, the they wanna sweat mine
I can those lames they love to speak my name
Sometimes dreams of breakin whole faces
And fuck the precinct, scared of catchin cases
Sky might fall, but I worried at all
Got me some and a couple adderall
Plus racks up on the strippers at the mall
With the spirit of god and Gandalf balls
Lord of the sad and
And the ones that like shit on the daily
Dont let phony niggas and hoes
Be the that bring you low
Let it be from the fatigue from making a pussy
All of the things I've seen and
Make a nigga feel way than just alive
You my name you know my face
All hail King in your motherfucking space
You it

Yep, yep, yep
of the sad and lonely
Yep, yep, yep
Lord of the sad and
And the ones that feel like on the daily
I got you, you it

Now I can show you how to make a Domingo
In a way in which this universe has seen
I the tension when I'm struttin' in my Prada boots
Check with my fresh, if you I can style you