Luyện nghe bài hát Smuckers

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

Money, money, money, money, ain't the motive
your name again? Nobody knows it
Don't speak to me nigga, you not
I'm
They say I'm nutty, picnic
Not short of a
A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a
Please and get me
Said I him at your neck
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 dammit I 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 that shit
And your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of
And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, thick
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, is soft
We lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
Tyler the sweatin' Jesus juice
Put that cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes
Mom I you a promise, it's no more section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our is great
Cause that's the I'm at, my niggas pass em a plate
Ye!

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

Richer than white people with black
Scarier black people with ideas
Nobody can 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 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 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 told white daughters don't bring home Jerome
I am the nigga archetype
I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the
It's funny when you get extra
Every joke you 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, back, hold up, my leg'll be stuck
up
I studied the proportions, 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 McLaren the vertical doors
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my

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

Hold your fuckin' ponies my
I whip donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, of ceremonies
I 'em down, domino 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 and the one five, yo what up Wayne
(What up Slime, go hard)
Yeah, I'mma go hard before Cain
Got too drive, need like ten lanes
Life is a broad and she brain
that road head, that's a dream car
Got a four ten, of that 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 dumb
Middle finger so its fuck A-N-Y one
Fuck, skate and die son, a ways to die son
I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, my eye jump
Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my up
are high well done and prime cut, eat up
I my rollie in her mouth, let the time come
She got hair like Shanaynay, and eyes Wonda
Oh my

Wayne them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy
Ye we hittin' models like Parker be hittin' bottles
Bitch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
They be 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 bring the nooses, and a couple
Where the money grow, and get burning
Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in
Or some from Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all over the street like Sermon
Was, fuck us, maybe we should up
Anti Golf boys I don't fuck with me either
liar, I'mma faggot

Son you Jesus
But I he left 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 Golf