Luyện nghe bài hát Reminiscing

[Intro: Kodak
Off the head, shit, you know I'm saying
Blee, brr, off the dome, man, I'm in, ayy

1: Kodak Black]
22 hours locked down, ain't to do a thing
I remember like it was yesterday, was out the sink
I'm sittin' back plottin', I'm just sittin' vibin'
A can't complain, I had to use my time wisely
I'm sleepin' in a dorm, but they ain't me off to college
I still got buried from that lick I hit in Raleigh
I'm book-smart but the streets me all my knowledge
So there ain't for you when you comin' out the projects
So ain't nun' for you when you comin' out the slum
A mouth full of gold teeth, think a nigga dumb
I got a of dreads, think a nigga illiterate
But I when I go to talk, a nigga'll reconsider it
I know you niggas just tryna
I fuckin' with you a little bit
I fuckin' with you at all
I ain't with you at all
I was sellin' weed in middle school, just me in the halls
Right now I'm goin' in, but I was just behind the
This got me thinkin', I feel like everybody flawed
I got too to lose, but I'll still go at a nigga jaw
I'm down for the count, I'm never for the cause
I made a dollars off of shows and goin' hard

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da
I love money, I can't go back to the 'cause I
it at the bottom, try to stop thinking about it
But, I'm reminiscing,
I'm reminiscing,
Fuck problem, it's too late to tell me sorry
I pulled up in a 'rari, it come with no apologies
I'm reminiscing,
I'm reminiscing,

[Verse 2: Kodak
I everythin', I done been through everythin'
I who shitted on me, or who been in the paint
Ray J, got a bitch from the Bronx givin' me brain
Like Ray J, I done walked through the motherfuckin'
Right now I got too far to give a motherfucker a feature
I'm the man in high-school, but I'm a motherfuckin' senior
shawty want to kick it, I told her I don't play FIFA
I up out the Beamer, now I'm slidin' in the regal
pussy so tight but I be tryna go deeper
If she can moolah, she a motherfuckin' keeper
Reminiscin' about my niggas, reminiscin' my homies
I'm thinkin' my niggas, I'm thinkin' 'bout my whoadies
I don't with Fooly no more but I still fuck with Cody
Got a booger in my nose, A on the chorus
A young nigga, I jumped off the porch, run
lose it about that money, I'll go dumb for it
I'm workin' a Mexican, fuck around and get deported
I bought my mama a crib, thirty in my forty
She said that my baby, I told bih let's go to Maury
Lame get extorted, if it ain't foreign then it's borin'