Luyện nghe bài hát Rusty

Watch me get this money nigga, of being hungry nigga
Nothing funny, me while I'm thrashing, I'ma punch a nigga
Never of plastic, I'm a savage, you look lunch my nigga
Passing all you hating fucking we don't discuss, my nigga
We on no jolly shit and we don't pop no mollies, bitch
I'm hockin', got some niggas out here poppin' Ollie switch
novices, odd future the squad, its thick
Them young is back and brash, attacking with no common sense
We the last of a dying
And we give a fuck, so we cannot supply your needs
You stupid niggas who had our hype is dying, please
My pocket's solid, making off the highest tees
Bitch, twerk as I get on the verse,
Dom so cool, I refer him in third person
Watch me get this money, I'm up when the bird's
Make actions, rehearsing

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

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

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

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

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