Luyện nghe bài hát Nosetalgia

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

You better change what comes out your

You see a dead body?
Instrumentals from my mama's Christmas
Troubles on my mind, I still smell
My brother crying
Smokers repeatedly buying my Sega
Either that or my auntie was it
Hit the pipe and feeling it
Oh wee, cut me some slack, weed did that
This was different, geez, please help me relax
Quantum physics could never show you the I was in
I was ten
Back when ounces have got you ten
And nine times out of ten niggas don't pay
And when there's tension in the air nines come extensions
My daddy dumped a quarter piece to a and a half
Took a L, started selling soap fiends bath
Broke his nails misusing his pinky to his nose
Shirt buttoned open, taco meat land on his
I said "daddy, one day I'mma get you with 36 zips
1000 grams of then your name will be rich
Now you can rock it up or sell it soft as leather
some ice cubes in it, Deebo on perimeter"
He said "son, how you think you be my connect?"
Said "pops, ass is washed up with all due respect"
He said "well nigga, then me how it all makes sense"
Go figure, motherfucker, every verse is a
Your son dope,
Now what you sowed, nigga
Please what you sowed, nigga
I was in '87, my grand daddy a legend
Now the same shit that was smoking is my profession
get it

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