Luyện nghe bài hát Smuckers

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

Money, money, money, money, money the motive
What's your name Nobody knows it
Don't to me nigga, you not important
I'm
They say I'm nutty, basket
Not short of a
A peanut butter, Boyce a faggot
come 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 from New Zealand, whitey called me
And a terrorist, God dammit I believe it
Ban a kid the country, I never fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, your child a nigger
I clearly give a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album the days of sound
And that shit gon' pop just that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, is soft
We lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
Tyler the Creator Jesus juice
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the
Mom I you a promise, it's no more section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our is great
Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a
Ye!

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

than white people with black kids
Scarier than people with ideas
Nobody can me where I'm headin'
But I feel 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 throwin' to me
I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in of em
I you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'
I wanna turn the tanks to
I of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?"
"Yeah my nigga", on, its on, its on, its on
I know they told their white don't 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 tell just be funny
I mean you can even extra 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 up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
Erg erg erg, back, hold up, my leg'll be stuck
up
I studied the proportions, emotions runnin' out of
Speed level, had a with fear, and I was textin' God
He "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard"

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

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

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

This them 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 what up
(What up Slime, go hard)
Yeah, I'mma go hard like before
Got too drive, need like ten lanes
Life is a broad and she give
That's that road head, that's a car
Got a ten, of that same year I was born
That's that one nine one, 'nother nigga like I
You gon' find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a one, Tune

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

them 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 owners, that's kinda German
You the nooses, and a couple trees
Where the money grow, and get bodies
Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas from Alabama,
I need music all over the street like Erick
Was, us, maybe we should team up
Anti Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck with me
liar, I'mma 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 prayin' that we squash the beef like
I know, it gain, nor fame, nor tame
Or lame, nor

Nah faggot its Wang