Luyện nghe bài hát Nosed Up

And in the door steps a dumbass struts the fool's gold
Know-it-all, and you wear it
Funk-less in length
Too to stand for anything
Somebody get that man a

No matter where you opt to sit, the opposite-attract law fit
Repel even the
Always showing your nostrils, got em
The way so uppity, till someone barks on ya
You get feet
a laugh, cause you don't know half, but act like you own a puzzle
And everyone allegedly under you, begging just to from your fountain of fresh
(Hashtag)
outta here, they rather stay clear
Roll up the and pass
While you turn your from the smell
Like Stanley on
Saying we should off the grass
As if the you sniff is more healthy
Delusions of prestige is not the health be
B, you to get it together
But nah, here comes you, Frank Drebin, part Mr. Magoo
stepping into trouble
Oh so [?] when you're repping for bubble
But bubbles can get popped, exposed to
Watch the words that
There's not enough salary to cover the
'Fore you're on cash
People can see you like 9/11 ash
Toxic till your days
And with your maneuvers
No one will include you where they ass

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

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 he defines snooty
Somebody me the other day is the brother a brother
Does Kleenex
I see that

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

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

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

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

Be careful with nose bro


Be careful your nose bro


Be with your nose bro


Be careful with nose bro