Luyện nghe bài hát Rusty

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

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

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 gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine

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

Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time,
You niggas gon' give me mine, I have plenty time
Flying out at any time, getting money, any
You niggas gon' me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine

Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time,
You niggas gon' give me mine, I have plenty time
Flying out at any time, money, any grind
You gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine

This shit just like the nights I forward to not remembering
So much for sober, I hope that you can forgive me
But momma, I'm close to the edge as possible (why don't you jump you pussy?)
I'm seeing a drop in my ocular, jumping like they told me
That the half off, like you know that cliff
Don't need a therapist to tell him he could that shit (fucking faggot)
Or get to fucking pair with all the program kids
So maybe a pair of bitches for the gonads lick (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 spitting that sumpy raw his wrists in the cuffs
Bitch (Oh, shut the fuck up!)