Luyện nghe bài hát Thank You

i'm like fuckin shit up
still walk with a limp i'm tellin my dick to get up
shakin up babies and makin the spit up
you babies are maybe get it ahhh shut up
as well leave myself alone
i can't fight it my fist in a like i wanna punch a microphone
did i get on
3 and i'm at it
5 pills down i'm high as a an addict
and an addict im addin habits to an tragic
situation now im pacin and forth in a panic
but i see everything in my future as
see i gotta pen and my pen has got me at
land me in the hamptons up in a hammock
lovers im 50 thousand my up in the hammock
rock n hop in yo 85 and lock and load
i am a crock ima pop with pots of gold
i am just i am just a with primal soul
i am highness without fine or designer clothes
i am the on the stem i am not the rose
if was rippin i would rip the entire globe
i'm so pimpin im dew from a diamond bowl
9 to 5 i go
9 to 5 i go
money in money out, wiz
but i'm forever like the chiefers
a new york
you put me on bonita
a texas chainsaw all on the cleaver
killa oh my god yea im a godzilla
odd thrilla odd odd past too
our we me he the millimeter zing zing
see thee he the 22 empty
clean cleaner than some new shoes
meaner than a
new hair big news
yelawolf is on the track CHOO
i enter the intstrumental like a enema moves
you faggots aint gettin women lip clues
spittin dudes
im ok why cuz im
cool enough to refrigerate a frigid ate
with my livin
by sittin next to
drop an ice on the mic
like a nice brewed tea ice
and take a hike nice
damn right or take a for a nice cruise
cuz im
wait im a lake
ima make
author
hearts ima take charge and play
to get ima spit
gods and
to the wait
grow up and embrace me as a artist
my pants got rolls with a and i made it hard
for fakes and charmers who waste this great harvest
i farmed it
tapes to a & r's
blazed trail then i set sail on the main target
hit the target
change the and i made
waves and made
switch and bite and twitch and shake and rob and take like i garden
they i see em i give em a pass and a main pardon
you rob me and get sold for a bargain
the least you do for the truth is pay homage
i see the cracks the leaks its way
im sick shit i may vomit
cuz im a great comet im comin pray
jesus christ ima leave life's drama
to be the bloodline of the i see gonna
so leave me not you speak of the king son of a bitch
im rich in
color me you wanna
white is my tone
is my persona
red is the tip of the flame, guess burning under
yela, and 333 is my number