Luyện nghe bài hát There You Go

I'm butter Leopold
Look, I tell 'em to it low
I put all my on
Fuck, whoever be
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 the laundry tho'
I get my then adios
Youngin' with bars a audy home
Saba but well known sabido
Sober but got off a doe
I tell the on like every song (every song)
I drop a that's Abbey Road

You can add 'em up
Two my belt like I'm fat as fuck
You begging for help like you had
We really not that acting tough
I'm myself in this
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 young black men
I'm at yo that's a CAT scan
Not to kick it no Jack Chan
Random to my black fans
Listening to it and out pivot
I'm studious, partially ignorant
I'm not for the 15 minutes
All my is winning, I'ma need a minute

Yeah, this nigga musta lost his fucking head,
it go?
it go?
it go?
it go?
Oh, since high school I lost all my fucking friends,
they 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 it's funny '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, they salty seasoning
How many times must I do something
Out of the seemingly
You sceney boy, y'all seen me
thought y'all was competing

I Petey Pablo my tho
I it up like it raised me
I'm talking and killers
We come from customers
I Barnes and noble pages
My boy from he famous
of my boys is on papers
The half on them stages

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

I my ground like on a fort
Winning because I am a
Loser I like commuters
The water prolly bluer in the
They want you to drink it a brewer
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, high school I lost all my fucking friends, nigga
Where go?
they go?
Where go?
they go?
Oh, they 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 pretty much the man now 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
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