Luyện nghe bài hát Peace Sign/Index Down

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

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

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

With no regards for tidal waves and established
Till the water comes in gallon drums and wipes away my
But now I'm sittin' lovely off in with Alice
With purple passin' me at the caterpillar's chalice

Ha, ha, you probably
I'm wrong, right? I should quit
Writing songs, right?
you what do it better, I just might
Take it back to six, you wanna lick, sike

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

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

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

Before I utter and before I start to begin
Let me make sure you clear I'm securing the wind
I up my words while I piece another concoction
'Cause I'm stubborn with the thought that failure was an option

I grinds like a carpenter until my bleed
With the passion from my to the many mouths that I feed
That's why I look at most of you I know it's odd
Because you really do nuttin' to me unless you God

But bein' none of you ain't him
You can't fuck with me, now watch me erase
Now trust me, see, I'm so
I'm walkin' through the heap of gauntlets the fire is burnin'

Or how the tires on the rim of the V
I laugh and shake it off the shit they be to me
all the yappin' and talking and so and so
Think you can ever stop the kid, oh no

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

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

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

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

Now I'm wheelies on this industry
Say the word, I'll ghost ride this bitch
Good lookin' pop on the strength that you me
for you Gym Class would be history

I'm on my upstate
I was Brooklyn but now I'm upstate rich
Gettin' brains from two dames French accents
Now I mess local 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 eighty six, you want a lick,

Now it's a lot of y'all can't stand me
'Cause my to Prince is uncanny
But you, this is for my family
Fuck you, is for my family

Upstate New to Miami
Up late in my jammies
I do it for my
Fuck you, is for my family

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

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