Luyện nghe bài hát Smuckers

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

Money, money, money, money, money ain't the
What's your name again? Nobody it
speak to me nigga, you not important
I'm
They say I'm nutty, basket
Not short of a
A peanut butter, 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, called me demon
And a terrorist, God I couldn't believe it
Ban a kid from the country, I fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, your child a nigger
I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run that back
And your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the fuckin' album since the days of sound
And shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, exhaust
T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his
Tyler the Creator sweatin' 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 level I'm at, my pass em a plate
Ye!

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

Richer white people with black kids
Scarier than people with ideas
can tell me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Pippen at my wedding
say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me
You can't 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 turn the to playgrounds
I of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?"
"Yeah my nigga", on, its on, its on, its on
I they told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome
I am the free archetype
I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the
It's funny you get extra money
Every joke you tell just be funny
I mean you can even extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose runny
And I you all I got, you still want extra from me
Oxford want a full blown lecture me
And the Lexus pull up, like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
Erg erg erg, back, hold up, my leg'll be stuck
up
I studied the proportions, runnin' out of Autobahn
Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was God
He said "I you a big dick, so go extra hard"

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

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

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

This them golf boys, like them hot
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 hard like Cain
Got too much drive, need like ten
Life is a and she give brain
That's road head, that's a dream car
Got a ten, of that same year I was born
That's that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga I
You gon' find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a one, Tune

My trigger finger wise but my dumb
Middle finger blind so its fuck one
Fuck, and die son, a hundred ways to die son
I'm at a tramp on lean, make 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 time
She got hair like Shanaynay, and like Wonda
Oh my

Wayne them ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy
Ye we hittin' models like Tony be hittin' bottles
Bitch I'm goin' harder than cabby stoppin' for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald
Boy lets get a scrimmage, I'll cut niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
And a couple owners, that's German
You bring the nooses, and a couple
the money grow, and get bodies burning
Cuz I'm tryna like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas from Alabama,
I need music all over the like Erick Sermon
Was, fuck us, we should team up
Anti Golf boys 'cause I fuck with me either
liar, I'mma faggot

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

Nah faggot its Golf