Luyện nghe bài hát Overdose

And I'm a on one more note
One more note
like this... Look at him

I ain't here in a minute
Cut the lights off I feel fantastic now baby...
Yeah... Look...
I said I used to cut the porch lights on and now I cut the lights on just to let them know their foresights wrong
Where this rapper going that obscure ice on he a lame I'm just tryna get my mature life on
O D.
O. D. Everybody know me, even fans that resemble kids in the O.C.
Oh me Oh my them love me like Seth Cohen,
So get a get a glass pour the X. O. in
I did one these niggas to say that I'm not the same
Pick a road cause where you is not a lane
And rest in peace to C life is not a game,
Taking over the world no pinky just a lotta
He to send them the shit that I'm on (Yeah)
You could have predicted I'm on (Yeah)
My sense of is a officially gone
Up the air all the smoke from the swisha is blown
Ahh... I'm grown I'm I'm living in this elevator zone alone
I'm up so I'm never coming down and you say you got them hoes but they never coming round
I got house walls I stay high above your ass
And I can see it all, my balcony is
And wifey's (Bitches)
But over (Her)
Cause under (Nothin)
My life is a (Blur)
not the way it has to go it's jus what I prefer
And do not with me it's best you jus concur
I'm a legend with a legacy can't help but survive
when I fuckin die they gonna bury me Alive...

And I'm so
I my niggas from the hood to the beaches
I'm living good wood with all the features
Jesus my money no creases
P P P Peep
We got bottles over
Kush is in the air... we (O. D. O.D.)
Bithces over there... we (O. D. O. D.)
Money on the floor we

O.D. O.D know me

McCoy:]
Oh no high on life again... (Wow)
Feel like I swallowed a whole of Vicodin... (Dam)
So high I cry like tiny violins
In my best mode the pesmote the silence... (Shh)
Stop the violence, how when every blind is like the motherfuckin riots pouring out my pen
Iight dam be easy I'm a get
Gentleman with a superlative use of
And I done gave up the but I can't leave the crib without some xanax in my water... (Nope)
Hello my name is Travie and I'm a
Told'em all beats is like the Wallis to my Gromit... (Ha)
The to my Bruce wearing stripes on my candy cane
Worn without the other so for real without the candy
Super trooper like a gun in candyman
Ask me how I'm bet I tell ya fine and dandy man
Check his signs they peeping off the meter man
I'm a live forever in with Peter Pan
pulling the nine out
I'm a pull a Amy
Sipping Purple Rain with Jane girls in my house... (My House)
Isaiah I'm a see ya I get there
then hold me down like gravity it's Travie... Uno... Easy

And I'm so
I brought my niggas the hood to the beaches
I'm living gripping wood with all the features
Jesus my money straight no
P P this
We got over here
Kush is in the air... we (O. D. O.D.)
over there... we good (O. D. O. D.)
Money on the we good

Mickey

O.D. O.D know me

Factz:]
Ha I'm bout to overdose on life somebody pass the weed
So if I comatose tonight you won't have to ask for
If the things that I seen my Prada frames got me paid
me mane I'm cocky slave with this Rocky chain
I got I got my fames cluttered this bud
And this name of it is Fame and it's all up in my
suppress the too fresh feeling I got... Oooo yes
I'm in it for the yes duplex living like I'm Hugh Heff
Every other night I need a net for group sex
Leaving with a bruise neck I yell whose next... (Next)
Stand'em in a line this is new fax city this crack between ya thighs... (Yeah)
(Mickey what you mean) I'm fuck the queen
Sniff the white horse of success and let him lean... (Let'em see)
Tryna match my high on life... (Then dream)
Gotta catch the on my flight
First class known of the aroma of the life
Got me like a stoner, a zoner but nah it's never over... (Mickey you mean)
I stick my tongue out sippin Remy of I'm teasing every bum out
Hung out with celebrities from every drug
So when you remember me say I was strung out... (Mickey what you mean)
I'm a addict for the green cash I'm a O.D. so flip going to

And I'm so
I brought my niggas from the hood to the
I'm living good gripping wood with all the
Jesus my straight no creases
P P Peep
We got bottles over
is in the air... we good (O. D. O.D.)
Bithces over there... we (O. D. O. D.)
on the floor we good

O.D. O.D know me