Luyện nghe bài hát Tweakin

[Intro: Vic
Yup
Savemoney nigga fuck shawty
HP,

[Hook: Vic
You could-you hear my trunk bangin' hangin' out the windows
Swangin' down your with the birdy in my lap
You can hear my smoke, loud I'm back to business
Early in the morn niggas-niggas rollin'
And I think it's that got me, I'm tweakin'
Maybe that got me I'm tweakin'
Pullin' donuts in the beam, homie I'm
Bitch you don't know me, stop tweakin'

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

[Verse 2: Vic
Where do babies come Porkin' the stork
Poorly pullin' into your Porsche with a Ford
44 on the dash, put a dent in your door, close mouth
The witnesses never make it to
Borderline stir crazy, crepes and beignet tasty
Especially with liquid rabies
Rail a adderall pill and cook mushrooms in my
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 soon as she the Sprite
Sike! I love
Goodnight, thanks for having me, your mom's not mad at me
At Penn yellin', "Free Sandusky!"
Does he what he's doin'? He's tweakin'

[Verse 3: the Rapper]
I think the is real
And your body's the peel and your soul is the
And they goal is to and control all the juice
I way too many pyramids, that's far from Khufu
Foofoo niggas out snakin' on the reggo
You should ask a where its legs go
But then again I'm smokin' on the
Got the owl look like an egg roll
And that was snacks, Petco
I'm a lunatic belong a loony bin
I it down for you because I love you, now I'm movin' in
Ooh a condominimum, in ya enema
Bumpin' Kanye like it just out
No with Kendrick, we just hang out
They say a man looks like a mad man to a dumb man
But one man...wait I'm

[Outro: Vic x2
shotgun, hand on the pump
Sippin' on a 40, on a blunt
Bust my gat the Internet didn't
La la la la la