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 fast im gettin' growing
father didn't show me my to take the open lane
I go
all these coming with my growing age
haze
Tryna clear the dobt that's on my brain
i complain
but the kid me feeling so restrained
gotta stay
let rekindle the flame
searching for the fountain of youth im freeing my brain
(Tyler the Creator) (Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You that fucking brass (fucking brass nigga)
Thats a little boy nigger the trumpets
with the bandwagon
looking for his , no sleeve but his hand carry muskets (Pow! (echo))
in the meadows, Oblivion
Mother Gepetto (he's a leader)
not a
(Man)
Some profess this 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 want a story a
I write the that I find very amusing
cause all of fuckin' stories are boring
It's really awkward to know that a bunch of 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 from experiences and shit I see touring
I'm a bird and i'm soaring
high and I'm
really horny watching this porn
Nope, but
(Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You here fucking brass (fucking brass nigga)
Thats a little boy with the trumpets
Marching the bandwagon
looking for his heart , no sleeve but his hand muskets (Pow! (echo))
in the meadows, Oblivion
Mother Fuck (he's a leader)
not a
(Man)
profess this none of your (clumsticks)
so think your 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 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 town in seattle
with the same shotgun that Curt 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 like couch pillow, and
have my death like a lose vow, Ummm
the turned into caboose so, so
don't let that little nigger trumpet sound
(Just let him play)