Luyện nghe bài hát Smuckers

For boy
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks the trampoline on the floor
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical doors

Money, money, money, money, money ain't the
What's your name Nobody knows it
Don't speak to me nigga, you not
I'm
say I'm nutty, picnic basket
Not of a sandwich
A peanut butter, Watkin's a faggot
Please and get me
Said I suck him at neck
Like a hickey, boy I'm
Like a HIV victim, man nobody with me
I got from New Zealand, whitey called me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't it
Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, timber
But you up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run that shit
And fuck your pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the of sound
And that shit gon' pop like that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick
T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, his hooves
the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, I'm raisin' the stakes
Mom I made you a promise, it's no more 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our is great
that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate
Ye!

Why, why,
Why don't they me?
Cause gave lot of niggas checks
But I'm the only nigga to check Nike

Richer than white people black kids
Scarier than black people ideas
can tell me where I'm headin'
But I like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
They say I'm crazy but the best thing going for me
You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady to me
I a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em
I believe you like a fat takin' a bite or somethin'
I turn the tanks to playgrounds
I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you down?"
"Yeah my nigga", on, its on, its on, its on
I know they their white daughters don't bring home Jerome
I am the free archetype
I am the and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
It's funny you get extra money
joke you tell just be extra funny
I mean you can dress extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra
And I gave you all I got, you still want from me
Oxford want a blown lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd out, wassup
Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my be stuck
up
I the proportions, emotions runnin' out of Autobahn
level, had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God
He "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard"

For boy
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a in my room

Two, Three,
your fuckin' horses
Niggas really fuckin' thought that T it
Like I'm better at an auction been
I been workin' while y'all smoke like broken exhaust tips
losers

Hold your ponies my homie
I your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I

This golf boys, like them hot boys
For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the 2,000
When the one four and the one five, yo up Wayne
(What up Slime, go hard)
Yeah, I'mma go hard like Cain
Got too drive, need like ten lanes
is a broad and she give brain
That's that road head, that's a car
Got a four ten, of that same I was born
That's one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I
You gon' one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune

My finger wise but my nine dumb
Middle finger blind so its fuck one
Fuck, and die son, a hundred ways to die son
I'm starin' at a on lean, make my eye jump
Use like alarm clocks wake my high up
Steaks are well done and prime cut, eat up
I stick my in her mouth, let the time come
She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes Wonda
Oh my

Wayne bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy
Ye we hittin' like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
Bitch I'm goin' harder than cabby stoppin' for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling
Boy lets get a scrimmage, cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
And a couple owners, that's kinda
You bring the nooses, and a couple
Where the grow, and get bodies burning
Cuz I'm tryna hang I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas from Alabama,
I need music all over the street like Sermon
Was, fuck us, maybe we team up
Anti Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck with me
I'mma liar, faggot

Son you need
But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour Yeezus, well
I'm prayin' for the new
And you pussies that we squash the beef like zucchinis
I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor
Or lame, nor

Nah its Golf Wang