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 full
Too square to stand for
Somebody get man a chair

No matter where you opt to sit, the law don't fit
Repel even the
Always showing nostrils, got em hostile
The way you're so uppity, till someone on ya
You get puppy
Quite a laugh, cause you know half, but act like you own a puzzle
And everyone allegedly you, begging just to guzzle from your fountain of fresh
(Hashtag)
Fuck outta here, they stay clear
up the papers and pass
While you your nose from the smell
Stanley on Fridays
Saying we stay off the grass
As if the lines you sniff is more
Delusions of is not where the health be
B, you need to get it
But nah, here comes you, part Drebin, part Mr. Magoo
Stay into trouble
Oh so [?] when repping for your bubble
But bubbles can get popped, to reality
the words that drop
There's not salary to cover the check
'Fore you're on cash
People can see you coming 9/11 ash
till your last days
And your shady maneuvers
No one will you where they ass stays

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

Captain reporting for duty 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 snooty
Somebody asked me the other day is the a brother
Does wipe?
I see that

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

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

And just stays up
Well, I'm son
We up there like a satellite

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

Be with your nose bro


Be careful with nose bro


Be careful with your bro


Be with your nose bro