Luyện nghe bài hát The Joy

Add a little sugar, honey suckle
Great of happiness
Boy, you not miss with a dozen roses
would astound you
The joy of children around you
are the makings of you

I do it for the and the street authors
That are not A&R's in the cheap
Rappers that never got signed but they keep
Girls that's way too for us to keep off us
her a handshake only for my man's sake
She in her suit cause of the damn cake
Now there's all over the damn place
And she want me to cum all over her damn
I understood planned parenthood
Cause I met nobody plan to be a parent in the hood
refills of that plan B pill
Another that won't make it to the family will
If I don't it, can't take it, hope the family will
They ain't they don't know how insanity feel
Don C had a shorty so it's not that bad
But I still hear the ghosts of the I never had

Add a sugar, honey suckle lamb
Great expression of
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 retro, I perfecto
You know the demo, ya boy act
You get the memo, Yeezy's back in style
Now when Rome go Gidget the got Bridget
What's tripped out though is they sisters
Nah, you ain't listen, they black, they
They momma, named them after white
No time you see me on your fallopian
Though the Jewerly's Egyptian, know the Ethiopian
Stupid like "Is he gon' be dope again?"
you seen him? Has anybody spoke to him?
This beat deserves Hennessy, a bad bitch and a bag of weed, the Holy
In the mirror I see my only enemy
Your cursed, well mine's an obscenity

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

This is my shit
I to hear this through the walls in the hood
When I was back in my shit
Afro's and sticks, seeds and the ganja hat
Will be popping like the sample I'm rhyming with
Pete Rock, let the needle
I seen so much as a kid they I don't needle pop
sips of pop, six packs of millanips
Pink champel, L
Bally's on my feet help me balance out
and the shit I used to balance on the scale
I got it honest from the parties my momma's
Mary's try to judge her, I'm like "where the Madonna's now?"
Give all to Gloria, they said "you raised that boy too fast,
But you was a warrior"
We victorious, they'll take the joy from us

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

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