Luyện nghe bài hát Sam (Is Dead

(Domo Genesis)
This life is a game if you play
Counting on own mistakes
Livin' it no delays
so fast im gettin' pains
didn't show me my instincts to take the open lane
I go
all these problems coming my growing age
blowin'
Tryna clear the that's sittin' on my brain
i complain
but the kid inside me so restrained
gotta stay
let desire rekindle the
searching for the fountain of youth im freeing my brain
(Tyler the Creator) (Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You here that fucking (fucking brass nigga)
a little 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 Gepetto (he's a leader)
not a
(Man)
Some profess 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 a story a story
I write the that I find very amusing
cause all of they fuckin' stories are
It's really awkward to that a bunch of kids do adore me
It's like I father these fuckers so you won't me on maury
I'm still a kid in my
so I have a 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 this porn
Nope, but
(Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You that fucking brass (fucking brass nigga)
Thats a boy nigger with the trumpets
Marching the bandwagon
looking for his heart , no but his hand carry muskets (Pow! (echo))
in the meadows, Oblivion
Mother Gepetto (he's a leader)
not a
(Man)
Some profess this none of (clumsticks)
so before 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 Tyler?
Bottom of the
shit ain't been the since I found out
Hodgy Beats for bow wow
now i'm the loud shot volume style foul mouth
that your kid likes to bow down
Riding around in seattle
the same shotgun that Curt used to
Click-Clack-Boom-Pow!
Still but
assume that i'm cool now
cause I got a fucking award in my own now,

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