Luyện nghe bài hát Ronnie Coleman

1:]
When I'm
Smoking weed, sitting by the window in my
Often thinking why the fuck is it I'm not in
If I had a motivation, money, and a hot body
I see it now Brons in the
No pigging out, binging on the late night
No more sneaking juice in the syringe to get the game
No more packing hot on my neck right by the fade right
40 pounds to go and you hookers getting laid right
I'm eating salad but I'm off the croutons
Cause ever since... than yukon
Savings on the cookies, mommy out the coupons
Passing out from over-eating, on the futon
Lock the refrigerator, there's no me
Steak and chocolate got they hold on me
trying to be laid in a box, roses on me
Bronsolino running 5 for the glory

Let's go, 20 more to go boy
Yo you want that... by the crotch
Yeah let's go (I it)
some pushups
Gimme some (I can't no more)
Let me get some jacks (Gimme a sandwich!)
Yeah you want that steak dinner you? (AAAAH)
Your gunna work sandwich off now (I need Marshmallows!)
let's fuckin go
20 more miles, let's go you fat
(AH MARSHMALLOWS IT TO ME)
You motherfucker you, you!

2:]
From philly cheesesteaks, on the barbeque
I'm getting twisted eating chicken with a
An hour later eat the burger with my dealer
Then add the butter to the fudge to make the realer
Every five minutes look in the as if magic happened
Sneak a cookie, rip the bag, and fix the plastic
I don't want one to know that I took it
I'm a no good... ay yo fry the mayonnaise man
Life is a to me and I'm a over do it
I wear Italian clothing but it just don't cut it
Not the type that the package with the crystal studded
The shit they model in Milan that's looking custom
5 and 6 bitches, my dick twitches
Serve up a facial, miss the bitches dismiss em
For now I'll what I can get till this shit switches
fuck you stupid bitch
Yo to the drugs of heaven
Here's to ribs
Extended lunch time I eat for three kids
Go on a diet, then off because I'm weak kid
Since I was I'm eatin' candy on the sneak tip
My day is based fine drugs, cholesterol
at my height and weight I'm probably still the best at ball
I'm tatted up, I have no shame to the chest at all
I bet I your lady humming on my testacles

Yeah,
Bout to be fuckin, time in the winter