Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet

Stripped down to my and my bones
I love huskies but I like a wolf (howw!)
In a pack but I all alone
I'm scatterbrained, man
Better the clone
Until you as a plumber with race eyes, (chronic) doin' weird shit
Like, this'll make your (haha)
'em up, hit Zaxby's
Get the wing (yum)
Real bills still stacking to the ceiling (uh-oh)
mean, it ain't working? (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 be big just like a fat chick? (uh-huh)
Shouldn't mama be done paying the house off? (I guess)
Shouldn't you have a real ego? (no)
Shouldn't these be flockin' just like seagulls? (eh)

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

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

Don't call me stupid, that the way my name pronounced
Don't call me Cupid, I got too many hoes now
Poolside in Houston, tryna see if will take me for adoption
rich suburbs
A civilian shot in Third
We just by the
is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the
I a honeybutter
Vodka in an can
When I'm in the
All the know who I am
I need a
lean in my Sprite can

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

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

funny how things can change
Three hundred to my name, left to Hollywood
I was off Ramen and change
Five hundred dollars on these dinners, have to pay
Growing up my told me
"You better get them grades up if you wanna finish high
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 Walkman in the
to NSYNC, saw my name on the CD
Bleach blond tips, to be JT
Wanted to do big things, had to a dream
One might say I was doomed from the
But those same people assume, 'cause they'll know
it's like 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 this flex
I don't need nobody tryna give me
Twistin' me out licorice
Think I someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my this flex
I don't need tryna give me shit

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