Luyện nghe bài hát Nosetalgia

20 years of selling Johnson & Johnson
I started out as a face monster
No wonder there's diaper rash on my
My teething ring was by the nonsense
Gem Star razor and a plate
Arm and hammer and a mason jar, my dinner date
Then crack the in the kitchen, let it ventilate
Cause I let it sizzle on the stove a minute steak
Nigga, I was crack in the school
Two beepers on me, Starter jacket that was two
lockers, four different bitches got their mule on
Black Ferris Bueller, cutting school with his on
Couldn't do wrong with a full of chains and a arm full of watches
I sell for pain in the hood, I'm a doctor
Zhivago tried to fight the urge like Ivan
If he dies he dies, Doughboy to Tre
If he rides he rides, Throwing in the room
If he cries he cries, we drink away the pain
When a nigga die we add a link to the
Inscribe a nigga in your flesh
We playing on a higher game of
Once you delegate his who's gone fuck his bitch the best?
A million megapixels of the
Started on the digital, my only Timex
Nigga, this is timeless, simply cause it's
Pure as the fumes that be fucking with my
Nigga this is says, Simon red
Blood on diamonds til you dying, dead, yah!

You better change what comes out your

You wanna see a body?
Instrumentals from my Christmas party
Troubles on my mind, I still crime
My little crying
Smokers repeatedly my Sega Genesis
Either or my auntie was stealing it
Hit the and start feeling it
Oh wee, cut me some slack, weed did that
This was different, geez, Louise please help me
Quantum physics could show you the world I was in
I was ten
Back when nine ounces got you ten
And nine times out of ten don't pay attention
And when there's tension in the air nines come with
My daddy dumped a quarter to a four and a half
Took a L, started selling soap fiends bubble
Broke his nails his pinky to treat his nose
Shirt open, taco meat land on his gold
I said "daddy, one day I'mma get you with 36 zips
1000 grams of cocaine then your name be rich
Now you can rock it up or sell it soft as leather
Drop some ice cubes in it, on perimeter"
He said "son, how come you you be my connect?"
Said "pops, ass is washed up with all due respect"
He said "well nigga, then show me how it all sense"
Go figure, motherfucker, every verse is a
son dope, nigga
Now reap what you sowed,
Please reap what you sowed,
I was in '87, my grand daddy a legend
Now the same shit that y'all was smoking is my
get it

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