Luyện nghe bài hát Rusty

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

In a world where kids my age are popping mollies with
Sitting on tumblr, never or enjoying the weather
Can name a sweater, but not a or don't know 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 itched
I was defiant, said, "fuck shit"
the popular ones, now I'm the popular one
Also hated homes too, til I coppin' me some
See I don't in the trap, nigga, I beez in the b's
And I be gassin' in my buzz like bees in a shell
Fucking sick and getting bigger like I sneezed on
And bitches touchy-feely like they reading some braille
I bust quick like gun-holders with short tempers, and
I to tell the kids, like fuck it, start being yourself
These fucking rappers got stylists, it's they can't think for themselves
See, they don't have an identity, so they needed help, but
Really, boy posers 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 transworld 64
Poppin' like oil, ollies, and fire
I'm harder than DJ Khaled playing the fucking game
The fuck am I saying? Tyler's not a violent name
I'm 'bout as threatening as stained windbreakers in
But he rapes women, and spit wrong, like he dentists
God damn menace, 666 and not finished
And my shit's missing, he hates women, but kittens
See niggas trippin' man
Look at that article that says my subject is wrong
Saying I hate even though frank 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 tried to out his mind
But is money, I said, "hi," I guess I bought him some time
Look at the 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 that just Satan
And it's why I'm not getting no fucking album placements
And MTV could suck my dick, and I fuckin' playing
Bruh, they played it, I just won shit for their fucking ratings
"Analog" fans are getting of the rape
All the Tron Cat 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 trips to the
Over and over, shit, who really gives a fuck what I
My fans 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 niggas 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 give me mine

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

This shit like the nights I look forward to not remembering
So much for being sober, I hope you can forgive me
But momma, I'm close to the edge as possible (why don't you jump you pussy?)
I'm seeing it's a drop in my ocular, jumping they told me
That the 40's half off, like you know that
Don't need a therapist to tell him he could that shit (fucking faggot)
Or get compared to fucking pair with all the 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 chumps in awe when pistol erupts (pistol, I got one!)
Dirty one spitting that sumpy raw till his wrists in the
gotta (Oh, shut the fuck up!)