Luyện nghe bài hát Nosed Up

And in from the door steps a dumbass struts the gold
Know-it-all, and you it well
Funk-less in full
Too square to for anything
Somebody get that man a

No matter where you opt to sit, the law don't fit
even the docile
Always showing your nostrils, got em
The way you're so uppity, someone barks on ya
You get feet
Quite a laugh, cause you know half, but act like you own a puzzle
And allegedly under you, begging just to guzzle from your fountain of fresh
(Hashtag)
Fuck here, they rather stay clear
up the papers and pass
While you turn your from the smell
Like on Fridays
we should stay off the grass
As if the lines you is more healthy
Delusions of prestige is not where the be
B, you to get it together
But nah, here comes you, Frank Drebin, part Mr. Magoo
Stay stepping trouble
Oh so [?] you're repping for your bubble
But can get popped, exposed to reality
Watch the words drop
There's not enough to cover the check
'Fore behind on cash
can see you coming like 9/11 ash
Toxic your last days
And with shady maneuvers
No one will include you where ass stays

Behold royal highness of sinus
It's near 100 miles of running cause your nose needs

Captain Nose-dive reporting for on the good ship Handkerchief, all aboard
And that goes for you too,

He who knows
And from the from the rooty to the tooty he defines
Somebody asked me the other day is the a brother
Kleenex wipe?
Yeah I see

Like you got one eye on top of third
A star is but whose claimin' that birthright
At first sight you the dressed Park Ave sachet
Acclimated to the scent of own tail (the bullshit)
The same bull that rage when the stops
You'll be walkin' on clouds but that's a smoke
See your dineros can't buy bliss, you high then
Turn you flippin' the bird
And every man your wing
You build nest egg but you was spoiled rotten
Forgotten you can get robbed of fame
Beak out pelicans
You relishin' the fact that you feet from stardom
You bargain astonishin' antiques in this way of livin'
So tight and not a half size forgivin', you takin' the
You got a butler in
Them two and our God won't protect ya
Can't stay in them gloves for too long Mr. Handyman
Canaries chirp in your candy land
Give them motherfuckin' a hug

And then he strolls through the valley of
Nincompoop,
to his own father
Seldom to get down

And never stays up
Well, I'm son
We up there like a satellite

Species: lupus, unfamiliar
What's happening,
You smell more pig to me

Be careful with nose bro


Be careful your nose bro


Be careful with nose bro


Be careful with nose bro