Luyện nghe bài hát Smuckers

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

Money, money, money, money, ain't the motive
What's your again? Nobody knows it
Don't to me nigga, you not important
I'm
They say I'm nutty, picnic
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 dammit I couldn't it
Ban a kid the country, I never fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, child idol's 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 album since the days of sound
And that shit gon' pop just that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, exhaust
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is
We lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, I'm raisin' 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 niggas em a plate
Ye!

Why, why,
Why they like me?
Cause gave lot of niggas checks
But I'm the only nigga ever to Nike

Richer than white with black kids
than black people with ideas
Nobody can tell me where I'm
But I feel like Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going 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 trainer a bite or somethin'
I wanna turn the 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 free archetype
I am the and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
It's funny when you get extra
Every joke you just be extra funny
I mean you can even extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, extra runny
And I gave you all I got, you still extra from me
Oxford want a blown lecture from me
And the pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my leg'll be
up
I studied the proportions, emotions runnin' out of
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 trampoline in my

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

Hold your fuckin' ponies my
I whip your by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, 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 that road head, that's a car
Got a four ten, of that same year I was
That's that one nine nine one, 'nother like I
You gon' find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a one, Tune

My trigger wise but my nine dumb
Middle finger so its fuck 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 like alarm clocks wake my high up
Steaks are high well and prime cut, eat up
I stick my rollie in her mouth, let the time
She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes Wonda
Oh my

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

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

Nah faggot its Golf