Luyện nghe bài hát There You Go

I'm butter like
Look, I 'em to keep it low
I put all my on
Fuck, be opposed
Im in a deeper zone on my last one
Run all of it backwards, you
I to go for it was in the corridor
Now I'm on choruses, uh

I can never
I'm 'bout my coin like the laundry
I get my paper adios
with bars like a audy home
Saba but well known sabido
Sober but got off a doe
I the truth on like every song (every song)
I drop a classic that's Abbey

You can add 'em up
Two under my belt like I'm fat as
You begging for help you had enough
We really not into that acting
I'm really myself in
I'm like a out philanthropist
I write my with no cannibis
I'm in the bay I'm tapping in
I coulda made what you made if I

I'm a independent black men
I'm at yo head that's a CAT
Not here to it no Jack Chan
Random shoutout to my fans
Listening to it and out pivot
I'm partially studious, ignorant
I'm not for the 15 minutes
All my team is winning, need a minute

Yeah, this nigga musta lost his head, nigga
it go?
it go?
it go?
it go?
Oh, since high I lost all my fucking friends, nigga
they go?
Where go?
Where go?
they go?
Oh, they point to the lame in the book and be like
you go
you go
you go
you go
I guess it's 'cause I'm pretty much the man now nigga every
I go
I go
I go, oh oh

Not to be cocky but it's a reason copy me
Copy machine epson, salty they seasoning
How many times I do something completely
Out of the simple
You sceney boy, y'all done me
Funny thought was competing

I Petey my block tho
I raise it up it raised me
I'm clickers and killers
We come customers daily
I and noble these pages
My boy from noble he
of my boys is on papers
The other on them stages

Yeah, I'm sick as the IV
Take back the you paid for
You should all your beats to who made 'em
that was not what they made for
I take my and I wage war
I'm the out I can assure
I can guarantee it, I let it be it
I just say less while say more

I stand my ground like on a
because I am a sore
Loser I maneuver like
The prolly bluer in the sewer
They want you to drink it like a
You blew ya chance like you were Bueller
And ya interest, perfect
Was on the bus but now I'm on the

Yeah this nigga musta lost his fucking head,
it go?
it go?
it go?
it go?
Oh, since high I lost all my fucking friends, nigga
Where go?
Where go?
they go?
Where go?
Oh, point to the lame in the year book and be like
you go
you go
you go
you go
I guess it's funny 'cause I'm much the man now nigga every
I go
I go
I go, oh oh

Yeah, you go
Yeah, you go
Yeah, you go
Yeah, you go

Yeah, you go
Yeah, you go
Yeah, you go
Yeah, you go

Remember shit? Aye, what up Walt?
Yeah, you go
Yeah, you go
Yeah, you go
Yeah, you go
Aye aye
Pivot gang