Luyện nghe bài hát Smuckers

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

Money, money, money, money, ain't the motive
What's name again? Nobody knows it
speak to me nigga, you not important
I'm
They say I'm nutty, basket
Not short of a
A peanut butter, Watkin's a faggot
come and get me
Said I suck him at your
Like a hickey, boy I'm
a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with me
I got banned New Zealand, whitey called me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I couldn't it
Ban a kid the country, I never fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, child idol's a nigger
I clearly give a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the of sound
And shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, his hooves
Tyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus
Put fuckin' 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 section is
Cause the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate
Ye!

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

than white people with black kids
Scarier than people with ideas
Nobody can tell me 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 can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom throwin' to me
I a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em
I believe you a fat trainer takin' a bite or somethin'
I wanna turn the tanks to
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 daughters don't bring home
I am the free archetype
I am the and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
funny when you get extra money
Every joke you tell just be extra
I mean you can even extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, extra runny
And I gave you all I got, you still want from me
Oxford a full blown lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd hopped out,
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 with the vertical doors
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a in my room

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

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

This them golf boys, 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 like before Cain
Got too much drive, need like ten
Life is a and she give brain
that road head, that's 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 trigger finger wise but my nine
Middle finger so its fuck A-N-Y one
Fuck, and die son, a hundred ways to die son
I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, my eye jump
Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my up
Steaks are high well and prime cut, eat up
I my rollie in her mouth, let the time come
She got hair like Shanaynay, and like Wonda
Oh my

Wayne them bitches ugly, these colder than Tommy buddy
Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be bottles
Bitch I'm goin' harder than yellow stoppin' for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling
Boy get a scrimmage, I'll cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
And a couple owners, that's German
You the nooses, and a couple 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 need music all over the street Erick Sermon
Was, fuck us, maybe we team up
Anti Golf 'cause I don't fuck with me either
liar, I'mma faggot

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

Nah its Golf Wang