Luyện nghe bài hát Smuckers

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

Money, money, money, money, ain't the motive
What's your again? Nobody knows it
Don't speak to me nigga, you not
I'm
They say I'm nutty, basket
Not of a sandwich
A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a
come and get me
Said I suck him at neck
Like a hickey, boy I'm
Like a HIV victim, man fuckin' with me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me
And a terrorist, God I couldn't believe 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 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 of sound
And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga was never 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick
Young T, came quick, to beat, dick is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his
Tyler the Creator Jesus juice
Put that cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes
Mom I you a promise, it's no more section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our section is
Cause that's the level I'm at, my pass em a plate
Ye!

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

Richer than white people black kids
Scarier than people with ideas
Nobody can me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my
They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing for me
You can't Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
I made a mistakes, but I'm successful in spite 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 me "are you still down?"
"Yeah my nigga", on, its on, its on, its on
I know they told their white daughters bring home Jerome
I am the free nigga
I am the and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
It's funny when you get extra
Every joke you tell be extra funny
I mean you can dress extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose runny
And I gave you all I got, you want extra from 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, hold up, my leg'll be
up
I the proportions, emotions runnin' out of Autobahn
Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was God
He said "I gave you a big dick, so go hard"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nah faggot its Golf