Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet

Stripped down to my skin and my
I love but I feel like a wolf (howw!)
In a pack but I feel all
I'm scatterbrained, man
Better offer the
Until you high as a plumber with eyes, (chronic) doin' weird shit
Like, this'll your bio-pic (haha)
Rile 'em up, hit
Get the tings (yum)
Real quick bills stacking to the ceiling (uh-oh)
Whatchu mean, it ain't (what?)
Whatchu mean, you ain't finding (oh, I am, I'm trying)
Whatchu mean, you ain't got no (I got a little bit)
mean? Whatchu mean?
Shouldn't your pockets be big like a fat chick? (uh-huh)
Shouldn't your mama be paying the house off? (I guess)
you have a real big-ass ego? (no)
Shouldn't these girls be flockin' just seagulls? (eh)

Twistin' me up licorice
Think I need who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist flex
I don't need nobody tryna give me
Twistin' me up like
Think I need someone who can it
Ice on my and my wrist this flex
I don't need nobody tryna give me

The original lick-splickety, than Yosemite
the mold mentally, master with no limiting
'em say "ugh!"
They worshipping our force
Watching the floor tip in your of authenticity
Often they say I'm off it, I offer my crossed
They forgot we on, I'll remind em with hostility
Hot diggity damn, running scams
Gotta cover clams and take another glance
Running a clinic, no scans, ain't no one claimin' yo
It's all pertaining to plan, call me the
Lap you in a UFO, I haven't yet
Still gotta figure out where to park it at
Moses with the pen, each line an ocean I can it at
But too deep...

Don't call me stupid, that ain't the way my name
Don't call me Cupid, I got too hoes right now
Poolside in Houston, tryna see if Beyonce will me for adoption
Broke-ass suburbs
A civilian shot in Third
We by the fountain
is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the
I need a
Vodka in an can
I'm in the Whataburger
All the know who I am
I a honeybutter
Puttin' lean in my can

Twistin' me up licorice
Think I need someone who can it
Ice on my boys and my wrist flex
I don't need nobody give me shit
Twistin' me up licorice
Think I need who can handle it
Ice on my and my wrist this flex
I don't nobody tryna give me shit

I got a record but I'm as they come
I'm Godzilla, they see me they run
On 37th, used to run from the
The undercovers gotta when they come
I moved out and in a couple of
I'ma be a pop star, call me a thug
I used to raps on the back of the bus
Now I'm in the front seat shifting the

funny how things can change
Three hundred dollars to my name, to Hollywood
I was off Ramen and change
hundred dollars on these dinners, never have to pay
Growing up my told me
"You better get them grades up if you wanna finish school
And after high school, you better get a
'Cause it's a dog-eat-dog world, you could in the street"
Flashback, I had my in the minivan
Listening to NSYNC, saw my on the CD
Bleach blond tips, to be JT
to do big things, had to fulfill a dream
One might say I was doomed the get-go
But those people assume, 'cause they'll never know
What it's to be called to what's not set in stone
I am one the ebb and flow, that's all I know

Twistin' me up like
I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist flex
I don't need nobody tryna me shit
Twistin' me out licorice
Think I need who can handle it
Ice on my and my wrist this flex
I don't need nobody tryna give me

Twistin' me up like
Think I someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist this
I don't need tryna give me shit
me out like licorice
Think I someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist this
I don't need nobody tryna give me