Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet

Stripped to my skin and my bones
I love huskies but I like a wolf (howw!)
In a pack but I all alone
I'm scatterbrained, man
Better offer the
Until you high as a plumber with race eyes, (chronic) doin' weird
Like, make your bio-pic (haha)
'em up, hit Zaxby's
Get the tings (yum)
Real bills still stacking to the ceiling (uh-oh)
Whatchu mean, it working? (what?)
Whatchu mean, you ain't yourself? (oh, I am, I'm trying)
Whatchu mean, you got no cash? (I got a little bit)
mean? Whatchu mean?
Shouldn't your pockets be big just a fat chick? (uh-huh)
Shouldn't mama be done paying the house off? (I guess)
Shouldn't you a real big-ass ego? (no)
Shouldn't these girls be flockin' just like (eh)

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

The lick-splickety, higher than Yosemite
Breaking the mold mentally, master with no
'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 what we on, I'll remind em with hostility
Hot diggity damn, everyone scams
Gotta cover your clams and take another
a clinic, no scans, ain't no one claimin' yo mans
It's all pertaining to plan, me the architect
Lap you in a UFO, I haven't yet
gotta figure out exactly where to park it at
Moses the pen, each line an ocean I can part it at
But too deep...

Don't call me stupid, that ain't the way my name
call me Cupid, I got too many hoes right now
Poolside in Houston, tryna see if Beyonce take me for adoption
Broke-ass rich
A civilian in Third Ward
We just by the
is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the
I need a
in an Sprite can
When I'm in the
All the kids who I am
I need a
lean in my Sprite can

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

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

funny how things can change
Three dollars to my name, left to Hollywood
I was living off Ramen and
Five hundred dollars on these dinners, have to pay
Growing up my told me
"You better get them grades up if you wanna high school
And after high school, you better get a
'Cause it's a dog-eat-dog world, you live 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 fulfill a
One say I was doomed from the get-go
But those same people assume, they'll never know
What it's like to be to what's not set in stone
I am one with the ebb and flow, that's all I

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

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