Luyện nghe bài hát Sam (Is Dead

(Domo Genesis)
This life is a if you wanna play
Counting on your own
it with no delays
so fast im gettin' growing
father didn't show me my instincts to the open lane
I go
all these coming with my growing age
haze
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 while im freeing my brain
(Tyler the Creator) (Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You here fucking brass (fucking brass nigga)
Thats a boy nigger with the trumpets
with the bandwagon
looking for his heart , no sleeve but his hand muskets (Pow! (echo))
lurking in the meadows,
Mother Gepetto (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)
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 want a a story
I write the shit I find very amusing
cause all of fuckin' stories are boring
It's really awkward to know that a bunch of kids do me
It's like I father these fuckers so you won't me on maury
I'm a kid in my heart
so I a problem maturing
but it come from experiences and shit I see touring
I'm like a bird and i'm
really and I'm
really horny watching this porn
Nope, but
(Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You here that fucking (fucking brass nigga)
Thats a little boy nigger the trumpets
Marching with the
looking for his heart , no sleeve but his carry muskets (Pow! (echo))
lurking in the meadows,
Mother Fuck (he's a leader)
not a
(Man)
profess this none 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 where's
of the countdown
shit ain't been the same I found out
Hodgy Beats for bow wow
now i'm the loud shot style foul mouth fucker
that your teenage kid to bow down
Riding around town in
the same shotgun that Curt used to
Click-Clack-Boom-Pow!
Still but
assume that i'm cool now
cause I got a award in my own room now,

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