Luyện nghe bài hát Rusty

Watch me get this money nigga, tired of being hungry
Nothing funny, sass me while I'm thrashing, I'ma a nigga
Never of plastic, I'm a savage, you look lunch my nigga
Passing all you hating fucking fags we don't discuss, my
We ain't on no jolly shit and we don't pop no mollies,
I'm hockin', spitting got some niggas out here poppin' Ollie
Buncha novices, odd future the squad, its
Them young niggas is back and brash, with no common sense
We the last of a dying
And we don't a fuck, so we cannot supply your needs
You stupid niggas who had said our hype is dying,
My solid, making profit off the highest tees
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 gon' 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
out at any time, getting money, any grind
You niggas gon' me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine

In a world 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 life for the better
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 coppin' me
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
Fucking sick and getting bigger I sneezed on Adele
And bitches getting touchy-feely like they reading braille
I bust quick like with short tempers, and well
I tried to tell the kids, like fuck it, start yourself
These fucking rappers got stylists, cause they can't think for themselves
See, they don't have an identity, so they needed help, but
Really, boy looking silly boy
I'm in that season 'preme shit, older than Tity Boi
Not a diss, but same with ice cream, my is (diddy riese)
Na'kel smith page 64
Poppin' like oil, ollies, and flames
I'm harder DJ Khaled playing the fucking quiet game
The fuck am I saying? not even a violent name
I'm 'bout as threatening as windbreakers in hurricanes
But he women, and spit wrong, like he hate dentists
God damn menace, 666 and not finished
And my shit's missing, he hates women, but loves
See niggas trippin' man
Look at article that says my subject matter is wrong
Saying I hate gays even though frank is on 10 of my
Look at that mom who I'm evil, hold that grudge against me
Though I'm the reason her motherfucking son got to eat
at the kid who had the 9 and tried 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 fair until I threw a carnival, huh?
But then again, I'm an atheist that just worships
And it's probably why I'm not getting no album placements
And MTV could suck my dick, and I ain't fuckin'
Bruh, they never it, I just won shit for their fucking ratings
"Analog" fans are getting of the rape
All the Cat fans are getting sick of the lakes
But what about me, bitch? I'm getting sick of
But I don't hate it when I'm taking daily to the bank
Over and over, shit, who really a fuck what I think?
My don't think turning on me, shit, they're almost extinct
Fuck buying studio time I'ma go 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
Flying out at any time, getting money, any
You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas 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 niggas gon' give me mine, you gon' give me mine

This shit like the nights I look forward 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 you jump you fucking pussy?)
I'm seeing it's a drop in my ocular, jumping they told me
That the 40's off, like you know that cliff
Don't need a therapist to tell him he could that shit (fucking faggot)
Or get compared to fucking 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 chumps in awe when that pistol (pistol, I got one!)
Dirty one spitting that sumpy raw till his wrists in the
gotta (Oh, shut the fuck up!)