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 vertical doors

Money, money, money, money, ain't 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 short of a
A butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggot
come and get me
Said I him at your neck
a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody with me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me
And a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't it
Ban a kid from the country, I fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, your idol's a nigger
I clearly give a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your
Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
And that shit gon' pop like that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, exhaust
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is
We ain't lyin', we the truth, him Simba, beats his hooves
the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm the stakes
Mom I made you a promise, it's no section 8
we ate its the steaks, now our section is great
Cause that's the I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate
Ye!

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

than white people with black kids
Scarier than black people ideas
Nobody can tell me where I'm
But I feel like Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing for me
You Lynch 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 takin' a bite or somethin'
I turn 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 and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
It's funny when you get money
joke you tell just be extra funny
I mean you can even extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose runny
And I gave you all I got, you want extra from me
Oxford a full blown lecture from me
And the Lexus up, skrrtt like 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 with fear, and I was textin' God
He said "I gave you a big dick, so go hard"

For boy
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the doors
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a 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 while y'all cylinders smoke like broken exhaust tips
Fuckin'

Hold fuckin' ponies my homie
I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like
That's Tunechi, homie, master of
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
the one four and the one five, yo what 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 head, that's a dream car
Got a four ten, of that same I was born
That's one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I
You find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune

My trigger finger but my nine dumb
Middle finger blind so its A-N-Y one
Fuck, skate and die son, a ways to die son
I'm at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump
Use Adderall like 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 bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy
Ye we hittin' like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
Bitch I'm harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
They be duckin' us niggas, out to Donald Sterling
Boy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
And a couple owners, that's kinda
You bring the nooses, and a couple
the money grow, and get bodies burning
Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or in Berlin
Or niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all over the street like Sermon
Was, fuck us, we should team up
Anti Golf 'cause I don't fuck with me either
I'mma liar, faggot

Son you need
But I heard he sunset, to go on tour with 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 Golf