Luyện nghe bài hát Smuckers

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

Money, money, money, money, money the motive
What's your name again? Nobody it
speak to me nigga, you not important
I'm
They say I'm nutty, picnic
Not of a sandwich
A butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggot
Please and get me
Said I suck him at your
Like a hickey, boy I'm
a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with me
I got banned 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 give a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and your Snapchat
Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
And that shit gon' pop just like nigga that was never 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, exhaust
Young T, quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, his hooves
Tyler the Creator sweatin' juice
Put that cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes
Mom I made you a promise, no more section 8
we ate its the steaks, now our section is great
Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a
Ye!

Why, why,
Why they like me?
Cause gave lot of niggas checks
But I'm the nigga ever to check Nike

than white people with 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 Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in of em
I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or
I wanna 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 told their white daughters bring home Jerome
I am the nigga archetype
I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the
It's funny you get extra money
Every you tell just be extra funny
I mean you can even dress bummy
Cocaine, break, nose extra runny
And I gave you all I got, you still want from me
Oxford want a full blown from me
And the Lexus pull up, like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
Erg erg erg, step back, up, my leg'll be stuck
up
I studied the proportions, emotions runnin' out of
level, had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God
He said "I you a big dick, so go extra hard"

For boy
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical
I'm watchin' Freaks and got a trampoline 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 cylinders smoke broken exhaust tips
losers

Hold your fuckin' my homie
I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of
I 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I

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

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

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

Son you Jesus
But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus,
I'm for the new Yeezys
And you pussies prayin' that we the beef like zucchinis
I know, it gain, nor fame, nor tame
Or lame, nor

Nah its Golf Wang