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 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, Boyce Watkin's a
come and get me
Said I him at your neck
a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey me demon
And a terrorist, God I couldn't believe it
Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never
But you fucked up as a parent, your child a nigger
I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run that back
And fuck loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest album since the days of sound
And that shit gon' pop 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 lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
Tyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm the stakes
Mom I made you a promise, no more section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our is great
Cause that's the level I'm at, my pass em a plate
Ye!

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

Richer than white people with black
Scarier than people with ideas
can tell me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
They say I'm crazy but that's the 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 a bite or somethin'
I wanna the tanks to playgrounds
I of 2Pac, he asked 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 free archetype
I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the
It's funny when you get extra
Every joke you tell just be extra
I mean you can even dress extra
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra
And I gave you all I got, you still want extra me
want a full blown lecture from me
And the pull 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 you a big dick, so go extra hard"

For boy
I'm tryna pop the with the vertical doors
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a in my room

Two, Three,
Hold fuckin' horses
Niggas really thought that T lost it
I'm better at an auction been exhausted
I been workin' while y'all cylinders smoke like 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 golf 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, go hard like before Cain
Got too much drive, need ten lanes
Life is a broad and she brain
That's that road head, a dream car
Got a four ten, of same year I was born
that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I
You gon' one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune

My trigger finger wise but my nine
Middle finger blind so its fuck one
Fuck, skate and die son, a hundred to die son
I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye
Use Adderall like alarm wake my high up
Steaks are high done and prime cut, eat up
I my rollie in her mouth, let the time come
She got like Shanaynay, and eyes like Wonda
Oh my

them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy
Ye we hittin' models Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald
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 couple
Where the money grow, and get burning
Cuz I'm hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas from Alabama,
I need music all over the like Erick Sermon
Was, fuck us, maybe we should up
Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck 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 prayin' for the new
And you prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchinis
I know, it gain, nor fame, nor tame
Or lame, nor

Nah faggot its Wang