Luyện nghe bài hát Peace Sign/Index Down

Gym Class Heroes, and Dre
(This is)
You silly for one, it's Travie
(Why you doin' to me?)

I started back in the class, scribbling trash
In hopes that one of my jokes, I had the pretty young laughin'
The chubby little bastard a knack for little Debbie snacks
But I lacked in looks I made up for it in passion

No advance and plus we make it
In conscience more obnoxious
Then laughy Taffy snappin'
Goodbye yesterday's rags, hello, fashion
Hands before you's a man that built a castle with

With no regards for tidal and finally established
Till the comes in gallon drums and wipes away my palace
But now I'm sittin' lovely off in wonderland with
With people passin' me at the caterpillar's chalice

Ha, ha, you thinking
I'm wrong, right? Like I should
Writing these songs,
Tell you what do it better, I just
Take it back to six, you wanna lick, sike

Don't let the TV you
Me and you, dude, we are not
Fuck you, this is for my
Fuck you, is for my people

Don't try to hide like I see you
parents must've been trans and so see through
Fuck you, this is for my
Fuck you, this is for my

Put up your peace sign, put your down
Put up your sign, put your index down
Put up your peace sign, put index down
Put up your peace sign, put index down

Before I words and before I start to begin
Let me sure you clear I'm about securing the wind
I puzzle up my words while I piece another
'Cause I'm stubborn with the that failure was never an option

I grinds like a until my caleceous's bleed
With the passion from my to the many mouths that I feed
That's why I look at most of you stupid I it's odd
Because you can't really do to me unless you God

But bein' that none of you him
You can't with me, now watch me erase them
Now me, see, I'm so determined
I'm walkin' the heap of gauntlets while the fire is burnin'

Or how the turning on the rim of the V
I laugh and it off the shit they be doin' to me
With all the yappin' and and so and so
that you can ever stop the kid, oh no

So if you get in my way, you you're done, son
You believe what I say, you better run, son
Fuck you because I do this for my ones
Fuck you because I do this for my ones

You better kneel and pray 'cause where I come from
We goin' hard everyday, how the fight's won
you because I do this for my loved ones
Fuck you because I do this for my loved

Put up the peace sign, put the down
Put up the peace sign, put the index
Put up the peace sign, put the index
Put up the peace sign, put the down

Look, mom, no
Yer little a man
(Yeah, damn)
Everything you said is settin' in
Trainin' wheels off and I kept peddling

Now I'm wheelies on this industry
Say the word, I'll ghost ride this bitch
Good pop on the strength that you givin' me
Wasn't for you Gym would be history

I'm on my upstate
I was Brooklyn broke but now I'm upstate
brains from two dames with French accents
Now I mess with chicks, I get 'em upstate shit

You thinking I'm wrong, right?
I should quit writin' these songs, right?
Tell you what, do it I just might
Take it back to six, you want a lick, sike

Now it's a lot of y'all that stand me
my resemblance to Prince is uncanny
But fuck you, this is for my
Fuck you, this is for my

Upstate New York to
Up recording in my jammies
I do it for my
Fuck you, this is for my

Put up your sign, put your index down
Put up your peace sign, put your index
Put up your peace sign, put index down
Put up your peace sign, put your index

Put up peace sign, put your index down
Put up your peace sign, put your down
Put up your peace sign, put index down
Put up your sign, put your index down