Luyện nghe bài hát Smuckers

For boy
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks the trampoline on the floor
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the vertical 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
say I'm nutty, picnic basket
Not of a sandwich
A peanut butter, Watkin's a faggot
Please and get me
Said I suck him at your
a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me
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, child idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the of sound
And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga was never 'round
Damn, to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, him Simba, beats his hooves
Tyler the Creator sweatin' juice
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the
Mom I made you a promise, it's no section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our section is
Cause the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate
Ye!

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

Richer than white people with black
Scarier than black people with
can tell me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie 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 believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or
I turn the tanks 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 their white daughters don't bring home Jerome
I am the free nigga
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 you all I got, you still want extra from me
want a full blown lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd out, wassup
Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my leg'll be
up
I studied the proportions, emotions out of Autobahn
Speed level, had a drink fear, and I was textin' God
He "I gave 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 trampoline in my

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

Hold your fuckin' my homie
I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no
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 what up
(What up Slime, go hard)
Yeah, I'mma go like before Cain
Got too drive, need like ten lanes
Life is a broad and she brain
That's road head, that's a dream car
Got a four ten, of same year I was born
that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I
You gon' find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a one, Tune

My trigger finger but my nine dumb
finger blind 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 Adderall like alarm clocks wake my up
Steaks are well done 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, niggas colder than Tommy buddy
Ye we models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
Bitch I'm goin' than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Sterling
Boy lets get a scrimmage, cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
And a couple owners, kinda German
You bring the nooses, and a trees
Where the grow, and get bodies burning
Cuz I'm hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or niggas 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 fuck me either
liar, I'mma faggot

Son you need
But I heard he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus,
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 Wang