Luyện nghe bài hát Rusty

Watch me get this money nigga, 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 look my nigga
all you hating fucking fags we don't discuss, my nigga
We ain't on no jolly 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 niggas is back and brash, attacking with no common sense
We the last of a dying
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, profit off the highest tees
Bitch, twerk as I get on the verse,
Nigga Dom so cool, I refer him in person
Watch me get this money, I'm up when the chirpin'
Make actions, fuck

Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time,
You niggas gon' 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

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

In a world where kids my age are mollies with leather
Sitting on tumblr, never outside or enjoying the
Can a sweater, but not a talent or don't know if whether
Or not they got one, tried to their life for the better
I was a drama club kid, I'd run a fun dip, my nuts itched
I was defiant, said, "fuck shit"
Hated the popular ones, now I'm the one
Also hated 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 buzz like bees in a shell
Fucking sick and getting bigger I sneezed on Adele
And getting touchy-feely like they reading some braille
I bust like gun-holders with short tempers, and well
I tried to tell the kids, like it, start being yourself
These fucking rappers got stylists, it's cause can't think for themselves
See, they have an identity, so they 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 with ice cream, my is (diddy riese)
Na'kel smith transworld 64
Poppin' oil, ollies, and fire flames
I'm than DJ Khaled playing the fucking quiet game
The am I saying? Tyler's not even a violent name
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 missing, he hates women, but loves kittens
See niggas trippin' man
Look at that article that my subject matter is wrong
Saying I gays even though frank is on 10 of my songs
Look at that mom who thinks I'm evil, hold that grudge me
Though I'm the reason that her 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 I bought him some time
Look at the ones in the crowd, shit is barnacles, huh?
They I wasn't fair until I threw a carnival, huh?
But then again, I'm an that just worships Satan
And it's probably why I'm not no fucking album placements
And MTV could my dick, and I ain't fuckin' playing
Bruh, never played it, I just won shit for their fucking 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 getting of complaints
But I don't hate it when I'm taking daily to the bank
and over, shit, who really gives a fuck what I think?
My fans don't think turning on me, shit, they're 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 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

Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time,
You niggas gon' 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

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