Luyện nghe bài hát Smuckers

For boy
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the on the floor
I'm tryna pop the McLaren the vertical 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, Boyce a faggot
Please and get me
Said I him at your neck
Like a hickey, boy I'm
Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' me
I got banned New Zealand, whitey called me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I believe it
Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, timber
But you fucked up as a parent, child idol's a nigger
I clearly don't a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of
And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, exhaust
Young T, came quick, to beat, dick is soft
We lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
Tyler the sweatin' Jesus juice
Put that cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes
Mom I made you a promise, it's no section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our is great
Cause the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate
Ye!

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

Richer than white people black kids
Scarier than black people with
Nobody can me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie at my wedding
They say I'm crazy but that's the best going for me
You Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
I made a million mistakes, but I'm in spite of em
I believe you a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'
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 don't bring home
I am the nigga archetype
I am the and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
It's funny you get extra money
Every joke you 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 extra me
Oxford want a full 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 the proportions, emotions runnin' 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 with the vertical
I'm watchin' and Geeks got a trampoline in my room

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

your fuckin' ponies my homie
I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy Shoney's
Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no
I

This them golf boys, like them hot
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 much drive, 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 one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I
You gon' find one, cuz I'm a god, a divine one, Tune

My finger wise 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 done and cut, eat up
I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the come
She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes Wonda
Oh my

Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder Tommy buddy
Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be bottles
Bitch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for
(Black ass nigga)
They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Sterling
Boy get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
And a couple owners, kinda German
You the nooses, and a couple trees
Where the money grow, and get burning
Cuz I'm tryna hang 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
Anti Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck me either
I'mma liar, I'mma

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

Nah faggot its Wang