Luyện nghe bài hát Sam (Is Dead

(Domo Genesis)
This is a game if you wanna play
Counting on own mistakes
it with no delays
so fast im growing pains
didn't 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 rekindle the flame
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 the trumpets
with the bandwagon
looking for his heart , no sleeve but his carry muskets (Pow! (echo))
lurking in the meadows,
Mother Fuck (he's a leader)
not a
(Man)
Some this none of your (clumsticks)
so before your blink
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 a story a story
I write the shit that I very amusing
cause all of they stories are boring
It's really awkward to that a bunch of kids do adore me
It's like I father these fuckers so you won't find me on
I'm still a kid in my
so I a problem maturing
but it will come from experiences and I see touring
I'm a bird and i'm soaring
really and I'm
really horny from watching this
Nope, but
(Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You here that 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,
Fuck Gepetto (he's a leader)
not a
(Man)
Some profess this of your (clumsticks)
so think before your
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?
of the countdown
shit ain't been the same since I out
Hodgy ghostwrote for bow wow
now i'm the shot volume style foul mouth fucker
that your kid likes to bow down
Riding around town in
with the shotgun that Curt used to
Click-Clack-Boom-Pow!
Still but
some that i'm cool now
cause I got a fucking in my own room now,

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