Luyện nghe bài hát Smuckers

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

Money, money, money, money, money the motive
What's your name again? Nobody it
Don't to me nigga, you not important
I'm
They say I'm nutty, basket
Not short of a
A peanut butter, Boyce a faggot
Please and get me
Said I suck him at your
Like a hickey, boy I'm
Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' me
I got from New Zealand, whitey called me demon
And a terrorist, God I couldn't believe it
Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, timber
But you fucked up as a parent, your child a nigger
I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run shit back
And fuck your pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of
And that gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, exhaust
Young T, quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, 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 pass em a plate
Ye!

Why, why,
Why don't like me?
Cause Nike lot of niggas checks
But I'm the only nigga ever to 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 crazy but that's the best going for me
You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady 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 daughters bring home Jerome
I am the free archetype
I am the and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
It's funny you get extra money
joke you tell just be extra funny
I mean you can dress extra bummy
Cocaine, break, nose extra runny
And I gave you all I got, you still want from me
Oxford want a blown lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd out, wassup
Erg erg erg, step back, up, my leg'll be stuck
up
I the proportions, emotions 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 the vertical doors
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a in my room

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

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

This them boys, like 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, need like ten
Life is a broad and she brain
That's road head, that's a dream car
Got a four ten, of that same year I was
That's that one nine one, 'nother nigga like I
You find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune

My finger wise but my nine 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 on lean, make my eye jump
Use Adderall like alarm clocks my high up
Steaks are well done and prime cut, eat up
I stick my in her mouth, let the time come
She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes Wonda
Oh my

them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy
Ye we models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
Bitch I'm goin' harder than cabby stoppin' for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
be duckin' us niggas, shout 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 trees
Where the grow, and get bodies burning
Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or in Berlin
Or some from Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all over the like Erick Sermon
Was, fuck us, we should team up
Anti Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck me either
I'mma liar, I'mma

Son you Jesus
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 zucchinis
I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor
Or lame, nor

Nah faggot its Wang