Luyện nghe bài hát Tweakin

[Intro: Vic
Yup
Savemoney fuck fuck shawty
HP,

Vic Mensa]
You could-you could hear my trunk bangin' hangin' out the
down your block with the birdy in my lap
You can hear my smoke, burnin' loud I'm back to
Early in the morn still rollin'
And I think it's weed got me, I'm tweakin'
Maybe that lean got me I'm
Pullin' donuts in the beam, homie I'm
Bitch nigga you don't know me, stop

1: Vic Mensa]
Sound Ray J and Chris Brown on Celebrity Deathmatch
Where the latter of the two get his neck
Or slapping a with a pair of crutches
Or wiping my ass with O'Donnell's mustache
I got Stewart cooking yola
Molly in the cola, rub it on your areolas
She let me the cat backwards
And vacuumed the seeds out of my black backwood
I'm an without the aardvark
Pull tricks like Shark, thumbs up to the camera like Nardwuar
& a Narwhal in an ark
Park the yacht in the water hit daughter in a smart car
Heart colder than body parts in ice
Chopped the digits leave the five for the mice
Might pull a mission and dip with the doors up
elephants in my tour bus

[Verse 2: Vic
Where do babies come from? the stork
Poorly parked pullin' into your with a Ford
44 on the dash, put a dent in your door, close mouth
The never make it to court
Borderline stir crazy, crepes and beignet tasty
Especially drippin' with rabies
Rail a pill and cook mushrooms in my gravy
Put a hit on every YouTube commenter who me
I don't want to
I just want a quiet life and a nice little suburban to cry at night
And an eye dropper to the top with cyanide
So my psychiatrist dies as she tries the Sprite
Sike! I everyone
Goodnight, for having me, hope your mom's not mad at me
At Penn yellin', "Free Sandusky!"
he know what he's doin'? He's tweakin'

[Verse 3: Chance the
I think the is real
And your body's the and your soul is the fruit
And they is to steal and control all the juice
I way too many pyramids, that's far from Khufu
niggas out here snakin' on the reggo
You ask a snake where its legs go
But then again I'm smokin' on the
Got the white owl like an egg roll
And that was Scooby snacks,
I'm a belong inside a loony bin
I burned it down for you because I love you, now I'm in
Ooh a condominimum, in ya enema
Bumpin' like it just came out
No songs with Kendrick, we hang out
They say a man looks like a mad man to a dumb man
But one man...wait I'm

[Outro: Vic x2
Sawed-off shotgun, on the pump
Sippin' on a 40, on a blunt
Bust my gat the Internet jump
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