Luyện nghe bài hát Rusty

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

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 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, money, any grind
You niggas gon' give me mine, you gon' give me mine

In a world where kids my age are mollies with leather
on tumblr, never outside 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 for the better
I was a drama kid, I'd run with a fun dip, my nuts itched
I was defiant, said, "fuck shit"
Hated the popular ones, now I'm the 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 buzz like some in a shell
Fucking and getting bigger like I sneezed on Adele
And bitches getting like they reading some braille
I bust quick gun-holders with short tempers, and well
I tried to tell the kids, like fuck it, start being
These fucking rappers got stylists, it's cause can't think for themselves
See, don't have an identity, so they needed some help, but
Really, boy posers silly boy
I'm in that past season 'preme shit, older Tity Boi
Not a diss, but same with ice cream, my is (diddy riese)
smith transworld page 64
Poppin' like oil, ollies, and fire
I'm harder than DJ playing the fucking quiet game
The fuck am I saying? Tyler's not a violent name
I'm 'bout as threatening as stained in hurricanes
But he rapes women, and wrong, like he hate dentists
God damn menace, 666 and not finished
And my shit's missing, he hates women, but kittens
See y'all niggas man
Look at that that says my subject matter is wrong
Saying I hate gays even though is on 10 of my songs
Look at that mom who thinks I'm evil, that grudge against me
Though I'm the that her motherfucking son got to eat
Look at the kid who had the 9 and tried to blow out his
But is money, I said, "hi," I guess I bought him some time
Look at the ones in the crowd, that shit is barnacles,
They thought I wasn't fair until I threw a carnival,
But then again, I'm an atheist just worships Satan
And it's probably why I'm not getting no fucking album
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 getting 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 hate it when I'm taking daily trips to the bank
and over, shit, who really gives a fuck what I think?
My fans don't think on me, shit, they're almost extinct
Fuck studio time I'ma go purchase a shrink
Record the session and send all you motherfuckers a link,

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

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

This shit just 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 in my ocular, jumping like they told me
That the 40's half off, you know that cliff
Don't need a to tell him he could float that shit (fucking faggot)
Or get to fucking pair with all the program kids
So maybe a pair of pale bitches for the gonads lick (I'll you)
Malt liquor 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 spitting that sumpy raw till his in the cuffs
Bitch gotta (Oh, the fuck up!)