Luyện nghe bài hát Sam (Is Dead

(Domo Genesis)
This life is a if you wanna play
Counting on own mistakes
Livin' it with no
so fast im gettin' growing
father show me my instincts to take the open lane
I go
all these problems coming with my age
haze
Tryna clear the that's sittin' on my brain
i don't
but the kid inside me so restrained
gotta stay
let desire the flame
searching for the fountain of while im freeing my brain
(Tyler the Creator) (Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You here fucking brass (fucking brass nigga)
Thats a little boy nigger the trumpets
Marching the bandwagon
looking for his heart , no sleeve but his carry muskets (Pow! (echo))
in the meadows, Oblivion
Mother Gepetto (he's a leader)
not a
(Man)
profess this none of your (clumsticks)
so think before your
and eye eye (nigg-assumptions)
(Chorus 2)
Niggas! (Go left, Go left, 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)
They a story a story
I write the shit that I very amusing
cause all of they fuckin' are boring
It's really awkward to know a bunch of kids do adore me
It's like I father these fuckers so you won't me on maury
I'm a kid in my heart
so I have a problem
but it will come from and shit I see touring
I'm like a and i'm soaring
high and I'm
really horny from watching porn
Nope, but
(Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You that fucking brass (fucking brass nigga)
a little boy nigger with the trumpets
Marching the bandwagon
looking for his heart , no sleeve but his hand carry (Pow! (echo))
in the meadows, Oblivion
Mother Gepetto (he's a leader)
not a
(Man)
Some profess this of your (clumsticks)
so think before your
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 Tyler?
Bottom of the
shit been the same since I found out
Hodgy ghostwrote for bow wow
now i'm the loud shot volume style mouth fucker
that teenage kid likes to bow down
Riding town in seattle
with the same that Curt used to
Click-Clack-Boom-Pow!
suicidal but
some assume that i'm now
cause I got a fucking in my own room now,

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