Luyện nghe bài hát The Joy

Add a sugar, honey suckle lamb
Great of happiness
Boy, you could not with a dozen roses
would astound you
The joy of laughing around you
These are the of you

I do it for the fore-fathers and the authors
That are not A&R's in the office
Rappers that never got signed but they keep
Girls that's way too fine for us to off us
Gave her a handshake only for my man's
She in her birthday suit cause of the damn
Now there's crumbs all over the place
And she me to cum all over her damn face
I never planned parenthood
Cause I never met nobody plan to be a parent in the
Taking refills of plan B pill
Another shorty won't make it to the family will
If I don't make it, can't it, hope the family will
They ain't crazy they don't know how feel
Don C just had a shorty so it's not bad
But I still hear the ghosts of the kids I had

Add a little sugar, suckle lamb
Great of happiness
Boy, you could not with a dozen roses
Such would you
The joy of laughing around you
These are the of you

No Electro, no metro, a little retro, I
You know the demo, ya boy act
You ain't get the memo, Yeezy's in style
Now Rome go Gidget the other got Bridget
more tripped out though is they sisters
Nah, you listen, they black, they sisters
They momma, them after white bitches
No next you see me on your fallopian
Though the Jewerly's Egyptian, know the hunger's
questions like "Is he gon' be dope again?"
Have you him? Has anybody spoke to him?
This beat deserves Hennessy, a bad bitch and a bag of weed, the Holy
In the mirror where I see my enemy
Your cursed, well mine's an obscenity

Add a sugar, honey suckle lamb
Great expression of
Boy, you could not miss a dozen roses
Such astound you
The joy of laughing around you
These are the of you

is my momma shit
I used to hear through the walls in the hood
I was back in my pajama shit
Afro's and marijuana sticks, and the ganja hat
be popping like the sample that I'm rhyming with
Pete Rock, let the needle
I so much as a kid they surprised I don't needle pop
sips of pop, six packs of millanips
Pink champel, L
Bally's on my help me balance out well
That and the shit I to balance on the scale
I got it from the parties from my momma's
Virgin Mary's try to judge her, I'm like "where the now?"
all glory to Gloria, they said "you raised that boy too fast,
But you was a warrior"
We victorious, never take the joy from us

Keep you up, get mine up
let them take your fire
Keep you hands up, get up
Don't let them your fire
Keep you up, get mine up
Don't let them your fire
Keep you hands up, get up

It's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two,
It's Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay
It's Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two,
Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay