Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet

Stripped down to my and my bones
I huskies but I feel 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) weird shit
Like, this'll make your (haha)
'em up, hit Zaxby's
Get the wing (yum)
Real quick bills still stacking to the (uh-oh)
Whatchu mean, it working? (what?)
Whatchu mean, you ain't finding (oh, I am, I'm trying)
mean, you ain't got no cash? (I got a little bit)
Whatchu mean? mean?
Shouldn't your pockets be big just like a fat (uh-huh)
your mama be done paying the house off? (I guess)
Shouldn't you a real big-ass ego? (no)
Shouldn't girls be flockin' just like seagulls? (eh)

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

The original lick-splickety, than Yosemite
Breaking the mold mentally, master with no
'em say "ugh!"
They our force viciously
Watching the floor tip in your of authenticity
Often they say I'm off it, I offer my empathy
They forgot what we on, remind em with hostility
Hot damn, everyone running scams
Gotta cover your clams and take another
Running a clinic, no scans, ain't no one claimin' yo
It's all pertaining to plan, me the architect
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 ain't the way my name
Don't call me Cupid, I got too many hoes now
Poolside in Houston, tryna see if Beyonce take me for adoption
Broke-ass rich
A civilian shot in Third
We just by the
This is Wood, man
I go is the woodlands
I need a
Vodka in an can
I'm in the Whataburger
All the kids who I am
I need a
lean in my Sprite can

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

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

It's funny how things can
Three hundred dollars to my name, to Hollywood
I was living off and change
Five hundred 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 a dog-eat-dog world, you could live in the street"
Flashback, I had my Walkman in the
Listening to NSYNC, saw my on the CD
Bleach tips, wanted to be JT
to do big things, had to fulfill a dream
One might say I was from the get-go
But those people assume, 'cause they'll never know
What it's like to be called to what's not set in
I am one with the ebb and flow, all I know

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
Twistin' me out like
Think I someone who can handle it
Ice on my and my wrist this flex
I need nobody tryna give me shit

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