Luyện nghe bài hát Nosed Up

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

No matter you opt to sit, the opposite-attract law don't fit
Repel even the
showing 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 from your of fresh
(Hashtag)
Fuck here, they rather stay clear
Roll up the and pass
While you turn your nose from the
Stanley on Fridays
Saying we should off the grass
As if the lines you sniff is healthy
Delusions of prestige is not the health be
B, you to get it together
But nah, comes you, part Frank Drebin, part Mr. Magoo
stepping into trouble
Oh so [?] you're repping for your bubble
But can get popped, exposed to reality
Watch the that drop
There's not enough salary to cover the
'Fore you're behind on
People can see you coming like ash
Toxic till your days
And with your shady
No one include you where they ass stays

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

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

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

Like you got one eye on top of third
A star is born but whose claimin' birthright
At first sight you the well dressed Park Ave
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 machine
See your dineros buy bliss, you high fist then
Turn into you flippin' the
And every man under your
You build your egg but you was spoiled rotten
you can get robbed of your fame
Beak out pelicans
You relishin' the fact that you stand feet stardom
You bargain astonishin' antiques in this modern way of
So tight and not a half forgivin', you takin' the piss
You got a in duplex
Them two and our God won't protect ya
Can't stay in them gloves for too long Mr. Handyman
Canaries don't chirp in candy land
Give motherfuckin' pigeons a hug

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

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

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

Be careful with your bro


Be careful with nose bro


Be careful with your bro


Be with your nose bro