Luyện nghe bài hát Nosed Up

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

No matter where you opt to sit, the opposite-attract law fit
Repel even the
Always your nostrils, got em hostile
The way you're so uppity, someone barks 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 your fountain of fresh
(Hashtag)
Fuck outta here, they rather clear
Roll up the and pass
While you turn nose from the smell
Stanley on Fridays
Saying we should off the grass
As if the you sniff is more healthy
Delusions of prestige is not where the be
B, you need to get it
But nah, here comes you, part Drebin, part Mr. Magoo
Stay into trouble
Oh so [?] when you're for your bubble
But can get popped, exposed to reality
Watch the that drop
There's not salary to cover the check
'Fore behind on cash
People can see you coming 9/11 ash
Toxic till your last
And with your maneuvers
No one will include you they ass stays

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Be careful with nose bro


Be careful with your bro


Be careful with nose bro


Be careful your nose bro