Luyện nghe bài hát Sam (Is Dead

(Domo Genesis)
This life is a if you wanna play
Counting on own mistakes
it with no delays
so im gettin' growing pains
father didn't show me my to take the open lane
I go
all these problems coming with my age
blowin'
clear the dobt that's sittin' on my brain
i complain
but the kid inside me so restrained
stay golden
let desire the flame
for the fountain of youth while im freeing my brain
(Tyler the Creator) (Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You here that brass (fucking brass nigga)
a little boy nigger with the trumpets
Marching with the
looking for his heart , no sleeve but his hand carry (Pow! (echo))
lurking in the meadows,
Mother Gepetto (he's a leader)
not a
(Man)
profess 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 want a story a
I write the shit that I very amusing
cause all of fuckin' stories are boring
It's really awkward to know that a of kids do adore me
It's I father these fuckers so you won't find me on maury
I'm still a kid in my
so I have a maturing
but it will come from experiences and shit I see
I'm like a and i'm soaring
really and I'm
really horny from watching porn
Nope, but
(Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You here fucking brass (fucking brass nigga)
Thats a boy nigger with the trumpets
Marching the bandwagon
looking for his heart , no sleeve but his hand carry (Pow! (echo))
lurking in the meadows,
Mother Fuck (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, (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
ain't been the same since I found out
Hodgy ghostwrote for bow wow
now i'm the shot volume style foul mouth fucker
that your teenage kid likes to bow
around town in seattle
with the same shotgun that Curt to
Click-Clack-Boom-Pow!
suicidal but
some that i'm cool now
I got a fucking award in my own room now,

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