Luyện nghe bài hát Sam (Is Dead

(Domo Genesis)
This life is a if you wanna play
Counting on own mistakes
Livin' it no delays
so fast im gettin' growing
father didn't show me my instincts to take the open
I go
all problems coming with my growing age
blowin'
Tryna clear the dobt that's on my brain
i don't
but the kid me feeling so restrained
gotta golden
let rekindle the flame
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 little boy with the trumpets
Marching the bandwagon
looking for his heart , no sleeve but his hand carry (Pow! (echo))
lurking in the meadows,
Fuck Gepetto (he's a leader)
not a
(Man)
Some 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)
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 find amusing
cause all of they fuckin' are boring
It's really awkward to know that a of kids do adore me
It's like I father these fuckers so you find me on maury
I'm still a kid in my
so I a problem maturing
but it will from experiences and shit I see touring
I'm like a bird and i'm
really and I'm
horny from watching this porn
Nope, but
(Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You here that brass (fucking brass nigga)
a little boy nigger with the trumpets
Marching 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 this of your (clumsticks)
so think 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 where's
of the countdown
shit ain't been the same I found out
Hodgy ghostwrote for bow wow
now i'm the shot volume style foul mouth fucker
your teenage kid likes to bow down
Riding town in seattle
with the same that Curt used to
Click-Clack-Boom-Pow!
suicidal but
some that i'm cool now
cause I got a fucking award in my own now,

but I can flip like couch pillow, and
have my death sliding like a vow, Ummm
the bandwagon turned into so, so
let that little nigger trumpet lose sound
(Just let him play)