Luyện nghe bài hát Wat's Wrong

Cut my hair and my head and fell on top
And run on sins, and on friends
If we don't win then pay your Tithes and your fence
And we alright, the Ken and big old rims
And LA hoes, if that ain't rolled up, I go
I ain't home, I ain't them, I ain't
No more ends and no trends
And photo tint and lens, notice this
this shit, bonafide, woe is me
Bowl of grits, naked pimp, beamin' up, clean as
Other side chill for niggas, makin' look clear for niggas
Hill for niggas, tip top cliff for niggas, the vision side to side
So give the nigga, if we honest you gon' a nigga
Twisted with 'em, the isms
See your bitch might kiss a nigga, nigga? Get specific
Big ass pot, wrist is glistened, your list is
And your, if it isn't, let's call titties and scar your face
The of wrongs has caught a case
Other niggas they like Carter say from far away
All my like "Calm down"
Lovin' life above a reason, just can't find it like a people
Catch vibe at night, and Bobby Whitney
Get too tired to and died in prison
like Rob tonight, lost my god tonight?

Oh sometimes I get so of myself
like I'm runnin' in circles
Oh and I'm just holdin' my breath
I need just to exhale
Oh and I get so of myself
But I'll make it out
So roll another, roll one
And put it all in the air now

How many souls do you touch a
How many do you fuck a day?
How many flows do your convey?
How many know you can't away?
Depending on the way I feel, I might everybody around me
Might heal everybody around me, how the blow
Open window, at the debris and never let me in
I kick back with though
Maybe if I could live a hundred that be real?
Pay me if I'mma be rhymin' homonyms
Crazy, my show went to my mom 'n' 'em
My daddy said a Mercedes had him
But now he got one, I'm ridin'
With a three-piece chicken and shot gun
I your weekend to an ending and pop one
I'm in the deep end, nigga you not one
And I believe in Kool-Aid and son
Do you believe that man is our son?
I made residuals to hide some
I gave enough, my niggas I divide some
I told Zay, I'm the best since twenty five
Been like for a while now, I'm twenty-nine
Any nigga that is a fuckin' liar
Pardon me, see my alter ego was
He and I around ever since Reagan was criticized
Might in the Trump tower for one week
paint all the walls and smoke weed
Fuck and fuck y'all and fuck me
I my last check in proceeds
To all the kids, the hood, the bricks, the
To fix the blocks we on to right my
The word, to give the life we as I get...

...so ahead of
Feel I'm runnin' in circles
Oh and I'm holdin' onto my breath
I need smoke to exhale
Oh and I get so ahead of
But I'll make it out
So roll another, another one
And put it all in the air now

Oh you got two Xannies, oh, don't forget me
Love me for the moment (all in the air now) hug me a sibling
We ain't that important, cops in the kitchen
with Apollonia (all in the air now) Rob was makin' chicken
Beat me down, you me down, reorganize my face
Now when I go home, I know what my fam gon' say
say it ain't love cause you bought flowers yesterday
Thoughts was cheap, cheap, cheap
But now talk 'bout me, me, me
Lately I comin', this ain't goin' how I wanted
When I pull up at your window, bitch out, you hear that beep, beep, beep
Faithful as your EBT, closer than you can
Anger you rang up, I'm a dog but I'm gon' crawl again
Freak me out, keep me out, why they always me out
Niggas that been hatin' just can't to have my CD now
Don't we look like CP and Nirvana on keep me pound
Please be down, I more than late...

Oh I get so ahead of myself
Feel like I'm in circles
Oh and I'm just onto my breath
I smoke just to exhale
Oh and I get so of myself
But I'll make it out
So another, roll another one
And put it all in the air now
All in the air now

Okay, I'mma tell you this story, man... A few years ago, I gave my pops, uh, Cilvia, Cilvia Demo and my pops said, uh... he listened to it for about a week, back to me, said, uh... said, "Dang, boy, why... Zay talkin' 'bout he gon' run up in somebody house? He... he... he talkin' 'bout you?"

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