Luyện nghe bài hát Sam (Is Dead

(Domo Genesis)
This life is a game if you wanna
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 problems coming with my growing age
blowin'
Tryna the dobt that's sittin' on my brain
i complain
but the kid me feeling so restrained
gotta stay
let desire rekindle the
searching for the fountain of youth while im my brain
(Tyler the Creator) (Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You here that fucking brass (fucking nigga)
a little boy nigger with the trumpets
Marching the bandwagon
looking for his , no sleeve but his hand carry muskets (Pow! (echo))
lurking in the meadows,
Mother Fuck (he's a leader)
not a
(Man)
Some profess this 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 want a story a
I write the shit that I very amusing
cause all of they fuckin' stories are
It's really awkward to know that a bunch of 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 have a maturing
but it will come experiences and shit I see touring
I'm a bird and i'm soaring
high 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 little boy nigger the trumpets
Marching with the
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)
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)
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 been the same since I found out
Beats ghostwrote for bow wow
now i'm the loud shot volume style foul fucker
that your kid likes to bow down
Riding town in seattle
with the same shotgun that used to
Click-Clack-Boom-Pow!
suicidal but
some that i'm cool now
cause I got a fucking in my own room now,

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