Luyện nghe bài hát There You Go

I'm butter like
Look, I tell 'em to 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 chose to go for it was in the
Now I'm on choruses, uh

I can fold
I'm my coin like the laundry tho'
I get my paper adios
Youngin' with bars like a audy
Saba but known like sabido
Sober but got off a doe
I tell the on like every song (every song)
I a classic that's Abbey Road

You can add 'em up
Two under my belt I'm fat as fuck
You begging for help you had enough
We really not into that tough
I'm myself in this
I'm a out west philanthropist
I write my songs no cannibis
I'm in the bay bitch I'm in
I coulda made what you made if I

I'm a young black men
I'm at yo that's a CAT scan
Not to kick it no Jack Chan
shoutout to my black fans
Listening to it and out pivot
I'm partially studious, partially
I'm not for the 15 minutes
All my team is winning, I'ma a minute

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

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

I Petey my block tho
I raise it up like it me
I'm talking and killers
We from customers daily
I Barnes and noble these
My boy noble he famous
Half of my is on papers
The other on them stages

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

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

Yeah this musta lost his fucking head, nigga
it go?
it go?
it go?
it go?
Oh, high school I lost all my fucking friends, nigga
Where go?
Where go?
Where go?
Where go?
Oh, they to the lame in the year book and be like
you go
you go
you go
you go
I guess funny 'cause I'm pretty 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 that Aye, what up Walt?
Yeah, you go
Yeah, you go
Yeah, you go
Yeah, you go
Aye aye
Pivot gang