Luyện nghe bài hát Smuckers

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

Money, money, money, money, money the motive
What's your name 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, 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 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, child idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run shit back
And fuck loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album the days of sound
And that shit gon' pop just 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, his hooves
Tyler the sweatin' Jesus juice
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, I'm raisin' the stakes
Mom I made you a promise, it's no more 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our section is
Cause that's the level I'm at, my pass em a plate
Ye!

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

Richer than white people with black
than black people with ideas
Nobody can me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Pippen at my wedding
They say I'm but that's the best thing going for me
You Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
I made a mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em
I you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'
I wanna turn the tanks to
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 nigga
I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the
It's when you get extra money
Every joke you just be extra funny
I mean you can even dress extra
Cocaine, break, nose extra runny
And I gave you all I got, you still 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 drink fear, and I was textin' 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 Geeks got a trampoline in my

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

Hold fuckin' ponies my homie
I your donkey 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 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 like ten
is a broad and she give brain
That's that road head, a dream car
Got a four ten, of that year I was born
That's one nine 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 A-N-Y one
Fuck, skate and die son, a hundred to die son
I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, 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 come
She got hair like Shanaynay, and like Wonda
Oh my

them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy
Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin'
Bitch I'm goin' harder 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 owners, that's kinda German
You bring the nooses, and a trees
the money grow, and get bodies burning
Cuz I'm hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas Alabama, Birmingham
I music all over the street like Erick Sermon
Was, fuck us, maybe we team up
Anti boys 'cause I don't fuck with me either
liar, I'mma 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' we squash the beef like zucchinis
I know, it gain, nor fame, nor tame
Or lame, nor

Nah its Golf Wang