Luyện nghe bài hát Nosed Up

And in from the door steps a dumbass struts the fool's
Know-it-all, and you wear it
in full length
Too square to for anything
get that man a chair

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, till someone on ya
You get feet
Quite a laugh, cause you don't know half, but act like you own a
And everyone allegedly under you, begging just to guzzle from your fountain of
(Hashtag)
outta here, they rather stay clear
Roll up the and pass
While you turn your from the smell
Stanley on Fridays
Saying we stay off the grass
As if the you sniff is more healthy
Delusions of prestige is not where the be
B, you to get it together
But nah, comes you, part Frank Drebin, part Mr. Magoo
Stay stepping trouble
Oh so [?] when you're for your bubble
But bubbles can get popped, to reality
Watch the words that
not enough salary to cover the check
'Fore behind on cash
People can see you coming like ash
Toxic till last days
And with shady maneuvers
No one include you where they ass stays

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

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

He who knows
And from the from the rooty to the tooty he defines
asked me the other day is the brother a brother
Does Kleenex
I see that

Like you got one eye on top of your
A is born but whose claimin' that birthright
At first sight you the well dressed Park Ave
Acclimated to the scent of your own (the bullshit)
The same bull that when the buck stops
be walkin' on clouds but that's a smoke machine
See your dineros buy bliss, you high fist then
Turn into you flippin' the
And man under your wing
You build nest egg but you was spoiled rotten
Forgotten you can get robbed of fame
Beak out pelicans
You relishin' the that you stand feet from stardom
You bargain antiques in this modern way of livin'
So tight and not a size forgivin', you takin' the piss
You got a in duplex
Them two Tecs and our God protect ya
Can't stay in them white for too long Mr. Handyman
Canaries don't in your candy land
Give motherfuckin' pigeons a hug

And then he strolls through the of dark
Nincompoop,
Stranger to his own
Seldom down to get

And just never up
Well, I'm son
We talkin' up there like a

Species: canis lupus,
happening, dog?
You smell like pig to me

Be careful with nose bro


Be careful your nose bro


Be careful with nose bro


Be careful your nose bro