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
Funk-less in length
Too square to stand for
Somebody get that man a

No where you opt to sit, the opposite-attract law don't fit
Repel the docile
Always showing your nostrils, got em
The way you're so uppity, till 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, just to guzzle from your fountain of fresh
(Hashtag)
Fuck outta here, they stay clear
up the papers and pass
While you turn your 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 Frank Drebin, Mr. Magoo
Stay into trouble
Oh so [?] when repping for your bubble
But bubbles can get popped, to reality
Watch the that drop
There's not enough salary to cover the
'Fore behind on cash
People can see you like 9/11 ash
Toxic your last days
And with shady maneuvers
No one will include you where ass stays

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

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

He who nose
And the from the rooty to the tooty he defines snooty
Somebody me the other day is the brother a brother
Kleenex wipe?
Yeah I see

you got one eye on top of your third
A star is born but claimin' that birthright
At first you the well dressed Park Ave sachet
Acclimated to the scent of own tail (the bullshit)
The same bull that rage when the stops
You'll be walkin' on clouds but that's a smoke
See dineros can't buy bliss, you high fist then
Turn into you flippin' the
And every man your wing
You build your egg but you was spoiled 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
two Tecs and our God won't protect ya
Can't stay in white gloves for too long Mr. Handyman
don't chirp in your candy land
Give them motherfuckin' a hug

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

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

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

Be with your nose bro


Be careful with nose bro


Be careful your nose bro


Be careful with nose bro