Luyện nghe bài hát Overdose

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

I ain't here in a minute
Cut the off I feel fantastic right now baby...
Yeah... Look...
I said I used to cut the porch lights on and now I cut the porches lights on just to let know their foresights wrong
Where this rapper going with that ice on he a lame I'm just tryna get my mature life on
O D.
O. D. Everybody know me, even that resemble them kids in the O.C.
Oh me Oh my them girls love me Seth Cohen,
So get a grip get a pour the X. O. in
I did want one these niggas to say I'm not the same
Pick a cause where you drivin is not a lane
And rest in peace to Pimp C is not a game,
Taking over the world no pinky a lotta Brain
He bout to send them the that I'm on (Yeah)
You prolly have predicted I'm on (Yeah)
My of judgment is a officially gone
Up into the air all the smoke the swisha is blown
Ahh... I'm grown I'm grown I'm living in this zone alone
I'm up so high I'm never coming down and you say you got them hoes but they coming round
I got pent house walls I stay high above ass
And I can see it all, my is glass
And wifey's (Bitches)
But over (Her)
Cause money's (Nothin)
My is such a (Blur)
not the way it has to go it's jus what I prefer
And do not disagree with me it's best you jus
I'm a legend with a legacy that 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 gripping wood with all the
my money straight no creases
P P P this
We got bottles over
Kush is in the air... we (O. D. O.D.)
Bithces there... we good (O. D. O. D.)
on the floor we good

O.D. O.D everybody me

[Travis
Oh no Travie high on again... (Wow)
Feel like I swallowed a bottle of Vicodin... (Dam)
So high I cry like tiny violins
In my best the pesmote enjoy the silence... (Shh)
Stop the violence, how when every is like the motherfuckin Watts riots pouring out my pen
Iight dam be I'm a get back
Gentleman a superlative use of syntax
And I done gave up the but I can't leave the crib without some xanax in my water... (Nope)
Hello my is Travie and I'm a life-aholic
all these beats is like the Wallis to my Gromit... (Ha)
The alpha to my Bruce wearing stripes on my cane
Worn without the other so for real without the brain
trooper like a gun tote in candyman
Ask me how I'm livin bet I ya fine and dandy man
Check his vital signs they off the meter man
I'm a live in Neverland with Peter Pan
Fuck the nine out
I'm a a Amy Winehouse
Sipping Purple Rain with Mary Jane in my house... (My House)
Isaiah I'm a see ya I get there
Until then hold me down like it's Travie... Uno... Easy

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 straight no
P P Peep
We got bottles here
Kush is in the air... we (O. D. O.D.)
Bithces over there... we (O. D. O. D.)
on the floor we good

It's

O.D. O.D everybody me

Factz:]
Ha I'm bout to overdose on life please 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 with this bud
And this name of it is Fame and all up in my blood
Tyna the too fresh feeling I got... Oooo yes
I'm in it for the huge yes duplex like I'm Hugh Heff
Every other night I need a blue net for sex
Leaving with a bruise then I yell whose next... (Next)
Stand'em in a line this is new fax city take crack between ya thighs... (Yeah)
(Mickey what you mean) I'm fuck the queen
Sniff the white horse of and then let him lean... (Let'em see)
match my high on life... (Then let'em dream)
Gotta catch the spot on my
First class known of the aroma of the smoker
Got me a stoner, a zoner but nah it's never over... (Mickey what you mean)
I stick my tongue out sippin Remy conceited of I'm every bum out
Hung out with celebrities from drug house
So when you remember me say that I was out... (Mickey what you mean)
I'm a addict for the green I'm a O.D. so flip going to rehab

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

O.D. O.D everybody me