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 doors nigga

Money, money, money, money, ain't the motive
your name again? Nobody knows it
Don't to me nigga, you not important
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 your
a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody with me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey me demon
And a terrorist, God I couldn't believe it
Ban a kid the country, I never fall, never 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 loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga was never 'round
Damn, to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
Young T, came quick, to beat, dick is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, him Simba, beats his hooves
Tyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the
Mom I made you a promise, no more section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our is great
Cause that's the 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 ever to check

Richer than white people black kids
Scarier than black people ideas
Nobody can tell me where I'm
But I feel Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
They say I'm but that's the best thing going for me
You can't Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
I a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em
I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or
I wanna turn the tanks to
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 and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
It's funny when you get money
Every joke you just be extra funny
I mean you can even dress bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose runny
And I gave you all I got, you still want extra me
want a full blown lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
Erg erg erg, step back, up, my leg'll be stuck
up
I studied the proportions, emotions out of Autobahn
Speed level, had a drink 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 the vertical doors
I'm watchin' Freaks and got a trampoline in my room

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

Hold your fuckin' my homie
I whip your by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, effect, no pepperoni
I

them 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 before
Got too much drive, like ten lanes
Life is a broad and she give
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' find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a one, Tune

My trigger finger wise but my 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 on lean, make my eye jump
Use Adderall like alarm wake my high up
Steaks are high well done and cut, eat up
I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time
She got hair like Shanaynay, and like Wonda
Oh my

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

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

Nah faggot its Wang