Luyện nghe bài hát Overdose

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

I been here in a minute
Cut the lights off I feel fantastic now baby...
Yeah... Look...
I I used to cut the porch lights on and now I cut the porches lights on just to let them know their foresights wrong
Where this going with that obscure ice on he a lame I'm just tryna get my mature life on
O D.
O. D. Everybody know me, fans that resemble them kids in the O.C.
Oh me Oh my them girls love me like Cohen,
So get a grip get a glass the X. O. in
I did want one these niggas to say I'm not the same
Pick a road cause where you drivin is not a
And rest in peace to Pimp C is not a game,
Taking over the no pinky just a lotta Brain
He bout to send the shit that I'm on (Yeah)
You prolly have predicted I'm on (Yeah)
My sense of judgment is a officially
Up the air all the smoke from the swisha is blown
Ahh... I'm grown I'm grown I'm living in this elevator alone
I'm up so high I'm never down and you say you got them hoes but they never coming round
I got pent house I stay high above your ass
And I can see it all, my balcony is
And wifey's (Bitches)
But over (Her)
money's under (Nothin)
My is such 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 that can't help but survive
Even when I fuckin die they gonna me Alive...

And I'm so
I brought my niggas the hood to the beaches
I'm living gripping wood with all the features
Jesus my straight no creases
P 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 know me

[Travis
Oh no Travie high on again... (Wow)
Feel like I a whole bottle of Vicodin... (Dam)
So high I wanna cry like tiny
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
dam be easy I'm a get back
Gentleman with a superlative use of
And I gave up the narcotics but I can't leave the crib without some xanax in my water... (Nope)
Hello my name is Travie and I'm a
all these beats is like the Wallis to my Gromit... (Ha)
The alpha to my wearing stripes on my candy cane
Worn without the other so for real without the brain
Super like a gun tote in candyman
Ask me how I'm livin bet I tell ya and dandy man
his vital signs they peeping off the meter man
I'm a live forever in Neverland Peter Pan
Fuck pulling the out
I'm a a Amy Winehouse
Sipping Purple Rain with Jane girls in my house... (My House)
Isaiah I'm a see ya I get there
Until then hold me down gravity it's Travie... Uno... Easy

And I'm so
I brought my from the hood to the beaches
I'm living good wood with all the features
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

It's

O.D. O.D know me

Factz:]
Ha I'm to overdose on life somebody please pass the weed
So if I comatose you won't have to ask for refer
If the things that I seen through my Prada got me paid
Watch me mane I'm cocky slave this Rocky chain
I got I got my fames with this bud
And name of it is Fame and it's all up in my blood
Tyna suppress the too feeling I got... Oooo yes
I'm in it for the huge yes living like I'm Hugh Heff
other night I need a blue 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 promethazine the queen
Sniff the white horse of and then let him lean... (Let'em see)
Tryna match my high on life... (Then dream)
Gotta the spot on my flight
First class known of the aroma of the smoker
Got me like a stoner, a zoner but nah it's never over... (Mickey you mean)
I my tongue out sippin Remy conceited of I'm teasing every bum out
Hung out with celebrities from every house
So when you me say that I was strung out... (Mickey what you mean)
I'm a addict for the green cash I'm a O.D. so flip to rehab

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

O.D. O.D know me