Luyện nghe bài hát Smuckers

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

Money, money, money, money, money the motive
What's your name Nobody knows it
speak to me nigga, you not important
I'm
They say I'm nutty, basket
Not of a sandwich
A butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggot
come and get me
Said I suck him at your
a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man fuckin' with me
I got from New Zealand, whitey called me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't it
Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, timber
But you fucked up as a parent, your idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run that back
And fuck your loud pack, and your Snapchat
Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
And that shit gon' pop just like that that was never 'round
Damn, to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
Young T, quick, hard 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 made you a promise, it's no section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our is great
Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas em a plate
Ye!

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

Richer white people with black kids
Scarier black people with ideas
Nobody can tell me I'm headin'
But I feel like Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
They say I'm but that's the best thing going for me
You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom throwin' to me
I a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em
I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a or somethin'
I wanna turn the tanks to
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 don't 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
Every joke you tell be extra funny
I you can even dress extra bummy
Cocaine, break, nose extra runny
And I gave you all I got, you still want from me
want a full blown lecture from me
And the Lexus up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
Erg erg erg, back, hold up, my leg'll be stuck
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 vertical
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my

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

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

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

My finger wise but my nine dumb
Middle finger blind so its fuck one
Fuck, skate and die son, a hundred to die son
I'm starin' at a 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 in her mouth, let the time come
She got hair like Shanaynay, and like Wonda
Oh my

Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder Tommy buddy
Ye we hittin' models like Tony 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, cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
And a owners, that's kinda German
You bring the nooses, and a trees
Where the grow, and get bodies burning
Cuz I'm tryna 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, maybe we should up
Anti Golf boys 'cause I don't with me either
I'mma liar, I'mma

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

Nah faggot its Wang