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' growing
father show me my instincts to take the open lane
I go
all these problems coming with my age
blowin'
Tryna clear the dobt that's sittin' on my
i don't
but the kid inside me so restrained
gotta stay
let desire rekindle the
searching for the fountain of while im freeing my brain
(Tyler the Creator) (Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You here that fucking brass (fucking nigga)
Thats a little boy nigger with the
Marching the bandwagon
looking for his heart , no sleeve but his carry muskets (Pow! (echo))
in the meadows, Oblivion
Mother Gepetto (he's a leader)
not a
(Man)
profess this none of your (clumsticks)
so think before your
and eye eye (nigg-assumptions)
(Chorus 2)
Niggas! (Go left, Go left, 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)
They want a a story
I write the shit that I find very
cause all of they fuckin' stories are
It's really awkward to know that a bunch of kids do me
It's like I father fuckers so you won't find me on maury
I'm a kid in my heart
so I have a problem
but it will come experiences and shit I see touring
I'm like a and i'm soaring
really and I'm
horny from watching this porn
Nope, but
(Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You here that fucking (fucking brass nigga)
Thats a boy nigger with the trumpets
with the bandwagon
looking for his heart , no sleeve but his carry muskets (Pow! (echo))
in the meadows, Oblivion
Mother Gepetto (he's a leader)
not a
(Man)
Some profess none of your (clumsticks)
so think before blink
and eye eye (nigg-assumptions)
(Chorus 2)
Niggas! (Go left, (wolf gang!) 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)




Now where's
Bottom of the
shit ain't the same since I found out
Hodgy Beats for bow wow
now i'm the loud shot volume style mouth fucker
that your teenage kid likes to bow
Riding around in seattle
with the same that Curt used to
Click-Clack-Boom-Pow!
Still but
some that i'm cool now
cause I got a award in my own room now,

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