Luyện nghe bài hát Sam (Is Dead

(Domo Genesis)
This life is a if you wanna play
on your own mistakes
Livin' it no delays
so fast im gettin' pains
father didn't me my instincts to take the open lane
I go
all these problems coming with my age
haze
Tryna clear the dobt that's sittin' on my
i don't
but the kid inside me so restrained
stay golden
let desire rekindle the
searching for the fountain of youth while im my brain
(Tyler the Creator) (Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You that fucking brass (fucking brass nigga)
Thats a boy nigger with the trumpets
Marching with the
for his heart , no sleeve but his hand carry muskets (Pow! (echo))
lurking in the meadows,
Mother Fuck (he's a leader)
not a
(Man)
profess 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 story a
I write the shit that I find amusing
cause all of they fuckin' stories are
really awkward to know that a bunch of kids do adore me
It's like I father these fuckers so you won't find me on
I'm a kid in my heart
so I have a maturing
but it will come experiences and shit I see touring
I'm like a and i'm soaring
high and I'm
really horny from this porn
Nope, but
(Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You that fucking brass (fucking brass nigga)
a little boy nigger with the trumpets
Marching with the
looking for his heart , no sleeve but his hand muskets (Pow! (echo))
lurking in the meadows,
Mother Fuck (he's a leader)
not a
(Man)
profess this none of your (clumsticks)
so before your 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 Tyler?
of the countdown
shit ain't been the same since I out
Beats ghostwrote for bow wow
now i'm the loud shot volume foul mouth fucker
your teenage kid likes to bow down
Riding around in seattle
with the same that Curt used to
Click-Clack-Boom-Pow!
suicidal but
some assume i'm cool now
I got a fucking award in my own room now,

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