Luyện nghe bài hát Rusty

Watch me get this nigga, tired of being hungry nigga
funny, sass me while I'm thrashing, I'ma punch a nigga
Never made of plastic, I'm a savage, you lunch my nigga
all you hating fucking fags we don't discuss, my nigga
We on no jolly shit and we don't pop no mollies, bitch
I'm hockin', spitting got some niggas out here poppin' Ollie
Buncha novices, odd future the squad, its
Them niggas is back and brash, attacking with no common sense
We the last of a breed
And we don't give a fuck, so we cannot your needs
You stupid niggas who had said our hype is dying,
My pocket's solid, profit off the highest tees
Bitch, as I get on the verse, cursin'
Dom so cool, I refer him in third person
Watch me get this money, I'm up when the bird's
Make actions, fuck

Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time,
You gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time
Flying out at any time, money, any grind
You niggas gon' me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine

Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time,
You gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time
Flying out at any time, money, any grind
You niggas give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine

In a where kids my age are popping mollies with leather
Sitting on tumblr, never outside or the weather
Can name a sweater, but not a talent or know if whether
Or not they got one, tried to change their life for the
I was a drama club kid, I'd run a fun dip, my nuts itched
I was defiant, said, "fuck shit"
Hated the ones, now I'm the popular one
Also hated homes too, til I start coppin' me
See I don't in the trap, nigga, I beez in the b's
And I be gassin' in my like some bees in a shell
Fucking and getting bigger like I sneezed on Adele
And bitches getting touchy-feely like reading some braille
I quick like gun-holders with short tempers, and well
I to tell the kids, like fuck it, start being yourself
These fucking rappers got stylists, it's cause can't think for themselves
See, they don't have an identity, so they some help, but
Really, boy posers silly boy
I'm in that past season shit, older than Tity Boi
Not a diss, but same with ice cream, my is (diddy riese)
Na'kel transworld page 64
like oil, ollies, and fire flames
I'm harder DJ Khaled playing the fucking quiet game
The fuck am I saying? Tyler's not even a violent
I'm 'bout as threatening as stained windbreakers in
But he rapes women, and spit wrong, like he dentists
God menace, 666 and he's not finished
And my shit's missing, he hates women, but kittens
See y'all trippin' man
Look at that article that says my subject matter is
Saying I hate gays even though frank is on 10 of my
Look at that mom who thinks I'm evil, hold that grudge me
I'm the reason that her motherfucking son got to eat
Look at the kid who had the 9 and tried to blow out his
But talk is money, I said, "hi," I guess I bought him time
Look at the ones in the crowd, that is barnacles, huh?
thought I wasn't fair until I threw a carnival, huh?
But then again, I'm an atheist that worships Satan
And probably why I'm not getting no fucking album placements
And MTV could my dick, and I ain't fuckin' playing
Bruh, they never played it, I just won shit for their ratings
"Analog" are getting sick of the rape
All the Tron Cat fans are sick of the lakes
But what about me, bitch? I'm sick of complaints
But I don't hate it I'm taking daily trips to the bank
Over and over, shit, who really a fuck what I think?
My fans don't think on me, shit, they're almost extinct
Fuck studio time I'ma go purchase a shrink
Record the session and all you motherfuckers a link, bitch

Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time,
You gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time
out at any time, getting money, any grind
You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' me mine

Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time,
You niggas give me mine, I don't have plenty time
Flying out at any time, getting money, any
You niggas gon' me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine

This just like the nights I look forward to not remembering
So for being sober, I hope that you can forgive me
But momma, I'm close to the edge as (why don't you jump you fucking pussy?)
I'm it's a drop in my ocular, jumping like they told me
That the 40's half off, like you know that
Don't a therapist to tell him he could float that shit (fucking faggot)
Or get to fucking pair with all the program kids
So maybe a pair of pale bitches for the gonads (I'll show you)
Malt filling me up, and all us not giving no fucks and
All of them sensitive in awe when that pistol erupts (pistol, I got one!)
Dirty one that sumpy raw till his wrists in the cuffs
Bitch (Oh, shut the fuck up!)