Luyện nghe bài hát Sam (Is Dead

(Domo Genesis)
This is a game if you wanna play
Counting on your own
it with no delays
so fast im gettin' pains
didn't show me my instincts to take the open lane
I go
all these coming with my growing age
blowin'
Tryna the dobt that's sittin' on my brain
i don't
but the kid inside me feeling so
gotta stay
let desire rekindle the
searching for the fountain of youth im freeing my brain
(Tyler the Creator) (Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You here that fucking brass (fucking nigga)
a little boy nigger with the trumpets
Marching the bandwagon
for his heart , no sleeve but his hand carry muskets (Pow! (echo))
lurking in the meadows,
Fuck Gepetto (he's a leader)
not a
(Man)
Some this none of your (clumsticks)
so think before blink
and eye eye (nigg-assumptions)
(Chorus 2)
Niggas! (Go left, Go left, Go left, right, left)
Niggas is coming! (Go left, Go left, (nigga) Go , (nigga!) right, left)
Niggas! (Go left, Go left, Go left, right, left)
is coming! (Go left, (right!) Go left, (niggas) Go left, right, left)
(Tyler the Creator)
They want a a story
I write the shit that I find amusing
cause all of they fuckin' stories are
It's really awkward to know that a of kids do adore me
It's like I father these fuckers so you find me on maury
I'm a kid in my heart
so I have a maturing
but it will come experiences and shit I see touring
I'm a bird and i'm soaring
really and I'm
really from watching this porn
Nope, but
(Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You that fucking brass (fucking brass nigga)
Thats a little boy nigger with the
with the bandwagon
looking for his heart , no sleeve but his hand carry (Pow! (echo))
lurking in the meadows,
Fuck Gepetto (he's a leader)
not a
(Man)
Some profess this none of (clumsticks)
so think before blink
and eye eye (nigg-assumptions)
(Chorus 2)
Niggas! (Go left, (wolf gang!) Go left, right, left)
is coming! (Go left, Go left, (nigga) Go left , (nigga!) right, left)
Niggas! (Go left, Go left, Go left, right, left)
is coming! (Go left, (right!) Go left, (niggas) Go left, right, left)
(Tyler the Creator)




Now Tyler?
Bottom of the
shit been the same since I found out
Beats ghostwrote for bow wow
now i'm the loud shot volume style foul mouth
your teenage kid likes to bow down
Riding around town in
with the same shotgun that Curt to
Click-Clack-Boom-Pow!
suicidal but
some assume that i'm now
cause I got a award in my own room now,

but I can flip shit couch pillow, and
have my death sliding like a lose vow,
the bandwagon turned caboose so, so
don't let that little nigger trumpet sound
(Just let him play)