Luyện nghe bài hát Sam (Is Dead

(Domo Genesis)
This life is a game if you play
on your own mistakes
Livin' it with no
so im gettin' growing pains
father didn't show me my instincts to take the open
I go
all problems coming with my growing age
blowin'
clear the dobt that's sittin' on my brain
i complain
but the kid me feeling so restrained
gotta golden
let desire rekindle the
for the fountain of youth while im freeing my brain
(Tyler the Creator) (Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You here that fucking (fucking brass nigga)
Thats a little boy with the trumpets
Marching the bandwagon
looking for his heart , no but his hand carry muskets (Pow! (echo))
lurking in the meadows,
Fuck Gepetto (he's a leader)
not a
(Man)
Some profess this of your (clumsticks)
so think 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 the shit that I find 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 fuckers so you won't find me on maury
I'm a kid in my heart
so I have a problem
but it will from experiences and shit I see touring
I'm like a bird and i'm
high and I'm
really horny from watching this
Nope, but
(Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You here that brass (fucking brass nigga)
Thats a little boy nigger the trumpets
with the bandwagon
looking for his heart , no sleeve but his hand 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)
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 where's
of the countdown
shit ain't been the since I found out
Hodgy ghostwrote for bow wow
now i'm the loud shot volume style mouth fucker
that your kid likes to bow down
Riding town in seattle
with the same that Curt used to
Click-Clack-Boom-Pow!
suicidal but
some assume i'm cool now
cause I got a fucking in my own room now,

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