Luyện nghe bài hát Smuckers

For boy
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the
I'm tryna pop the McLaren the vertical 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 butter, Boyce Watkin's a faggot
come and get me
Said I suck him at neck
a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man fuckin' with me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me
And a terrorist, God I couldn't believe it
Ban a kid the country, I never fall, never timber
But you fucked up as a parent, your child 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, 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' juice
Put that cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' 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 niggas pass em a
Ye!

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

Richer white people with black kids
than black people with ideas
Nobody can tell me where I'm
But I feel like Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
They say I'm crazy but that's the best going for me
You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom throwin' to me
I made a mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em
I believe you like a fat 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 their white daughters don't bring home
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 tell be extra funny
I mean you can even dress bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose runny
And I gave you all I got, you still extra from me
Oxford a full blown lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd out, wassup
Erg erg erg, step back, up, my leg'll be stuck
up
I studied the proportions, emotions out of Autobahn
Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was God
He said "I gave you a big dick, so go hard"

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

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

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

This them golf boys, like them hot
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 much drive, need ten lanes
Life is a broad and she give
That's road head, that's a dream car
Got a ten, of that same year I was born
That's that one nine one, 'nother nigga like I
You find one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune

My trigger finger but my nine dumb
Middle 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 alarm clocks wake my high 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 niggas colder than Tommy
Ye we hittin' models like Tony 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, that's kinda
You the nooses, and a couple trees
Where the grow, and get bodies burning
Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or in Berlin
Or some niggas Alabama, Birmingham
I need all over the street like Erick Sermon
Was, fuck us, maybe we team up
Anti Golf boys I don't fuck with me either
liar, I'mma faggot

Son you need
But I he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well
I'm prayin' for the new
And you pussies that we squash the beef like zucchinis
I know, it gain, nor fame, nor tame
Or lame, nor

Nah faggot its Wang