Luyện nghe bài hát The Joy

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

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

Add a little sugar, honey lamb
Great of happiness
Boy, you could not with a dozen roses
Such astound you
The joy of children laughing you
are the makings of you

No Electro, no metro, a retro, I perfecto
You the demo, ya boy act wild
You get the memo, Yeezy's back in style
Now Rome go Gidget the other got Bridget
What's more tripped out is they sisters
Nah, you ain't listen, they black, they
They momma, named after white bitches
No next time you see me on fallopian
Though the Egyptian, know the hunger's Ethiopian
Stupid questions like "Is he be dope again?"
Have you seen him? Has anybody to him?
beat deserves Hennessy, a bad bitch and a bag of weed, the Holy Trinity
In the where I see my only enemy
life's cursed, well mine's an obscenity

Add a little sugar, honey lamb
Great expression of
Boy, you could not miss with a dozen
Such would you
The joy of children laughing you
are the makings of you

This is my momma
I used to hear through the walls in the hood
When I was in my pajama shit
Afro's and sticks, seeds and the ganja hat
Will be popping like the that I'm rhyming with
Pete Rock, let the drop
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 feet help me out well
That and the shit I used to on the scale
I got it honest the parties from my momma's
Mary's try to judge her, I'm like "where the Madonna's now?"
Give all glory to Gloria, they said "you that boy too fast,
But you was a warrior"
We victorious, they'll never the joy from us

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

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