Luyện nghe bài hát Ronnie Coleman

1:]
When I'm
weed, sitting by the window in my home
Often thinking why the fuck is it I'm not in
If I had a little motivation, money, and a hot
I see it now Brons in the
No more out, binging on the late night
No more sneaking in the syringe to get the game tight
No more packing hot dogs on my right by the fade right
40 to go and then you hookers getting laid right
I'm eating but I'm leaving off the croutons
Cause ever since... huskier than
Savings on the cookies, mommy clipping out the
out from over-eating, sleeping on the futon
Lock the refrigerator, no controlling me
Steak and got they muthafuckin hold on me
trying to be laid in a box, roses on me
Bronsolino 5 miles for the glory

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

2:]
From philly cheesesteaks, lobsters on the
I'm getting twisted eating with a prostitute
An hour later eat the burger my drug dealer
Then add the butter to the fudge to the fudge realer
five minutes look in the fridges as if magic happened
Sneak a cookie, rip the bag, and fix the wrapping
I don't want know one to know that I it
Cause I'm a no good... ay yo fry the man
Life is a shmorgishborg to me and I'm a do it
I wanna wear Italian clothing but it don't cut it
Not the type that show the package with the studded
The shit they model in Milan that's crispy custom
5 and 6 bitches, lickin' my twitches
Serve up a facial, the Belgium bitches dismiss em
For now take what I can get till this shit switches
Whatever fuck you bitch
Yo here's to the of heaven
Here's to ribs
Extended lunch I eat enough for three kids
Go on a diet, then fall off I'm weak kid
Since I was young I'm eatin' candy on the tip
My day is based upon drugs, cholesterol
Though at my height and weight I'm probably still the best at
I'm tatted up, I have no to show the chest at all
I bet I have your lady on my testacles

Yeah,
Bout to be fuckin, summer in the winter