Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet

Stripped down to my skin and my
I love huskies but I feel a wolf (howw!)
In a pack but I feel all
I'm scatterbrained, man
offer the clone
Until you high as a plumber with eyes, (chronic) doin' weird shit
Like, make your bio-pic (haha)
Rile 'em up, hit
Get the tings (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 cash? (I got a bit)
Whatchu mean? mean?
Shouldn't your pockets be big just a fat chick? (uh-huh)
Shouldn't your mama be paying the house off? (I guess)
Shouldn't you have a big-ass ego? (no)
these girls be flockin' just like seagulls? (eh)

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

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

Don't me stupid, that ain't 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
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 kids who I am
I a honeybutter
lean in my Sprite can

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

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

It's how things can change
Three dollars 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 high school, you better get a degree
it's a dog-eat-dog world, you could live in the street"
Flashback, I had my Walkman in the
to NSYNC, saw my name on the CD
Bleach tips, wanted to be JT
Wanted to do big things, had to fulfill a
One might say I was from the get-go
But those same people assume, 'cause they'll 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

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

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