Luyện nghe bài hát Nosed Up

And in from the door steps a dumbass the fool's gold
Know-it-all, and you wear it
Funk-less in length
Too square to stand for
Somebody get 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 so uppity, till someone barks on ya
You get feet
Quite a laugh, you don't know half, but act like you own a puzzle
And allegedly under you, begging just to guzzle from your fountain of fresh
(Hashtag)
Fuck outta here, they rather stay
up the papers and pass
While you your nose from the smell
Like on Fridays
Saying we stay off the grass
As if the lines you sniff is more
of prestige is not where the health be
B, you to get it together
But nah, here you, part Frank Drebin, part Mr. Magoo
Stay stepping trouble
Oh so [?] you're repping for your bubble
But can get popped, exposed to reality
the words that drop
There's not enough salary to cover the
'Fore behind on cash
People can see you coming like ash
till your last days
And with your maneuvers
No one will include you where they ass

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

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

He who knows
And the from the rooty to the tooty he defines snooty
Somebody me the other 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 of your own tail (the bullshit)
The same that rage when the buck stops
You'll be on clouds but that's a smoke machine
See your can't buy bliss, you high fist then
into you flippin' the bird
And man under your wing
You build your nest egg but you was rotten
you can get robbed of your fame
Beak out like
You relishin' the fact that you stand feet stardom
You bargain astonishin' antiques in this way of livin'
So and not a half size forgivin', you takin' the piss
You got a butler in
Them two Tecs and our God protect ya
Can't stay in them white for too long Mr. Handyman
Canaries don't chirp in your land
Give them motherfuckin' a hug

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

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

canis lupus, unfamiliar
What's happening,
You more like pig to me

Be careful with nose bro


Be careful your nose bro


Be careful with nose bro


Be careful with your bro