Luyện nghe bài hát Wat's Wrong

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

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

How souls do you touch a day?
How many hoes do you fuck a
How many flows do your convey?
How many know you walk away?
on the way I feel, I might kill everybody around me
Might heal everybody around me, how the blow
Open your window, at the debris and let me in
I kick back with kick
if I could live a hundred years that be real?
Pay me if be rhymin' these homonyms
Crazy, my show went to my mom 'n' 'em
My daddy a Mercedes had haunted him
But now he got one, I'm ridin'
With a three-piece dinner and shot gun
I bring weekend to an ending and pop one
I'm in the deep end, boss you not one
And I in Kool-Aid and God's son
Do you believe that man is our son?
I made enough to hide some
I gave enough, my know I divide some
I told Zay, I'm the best rapper twenty five
Been that for a while now, I'm twenty-nine
Any nigga that is a fuckin' liar
me, see my alter ego was Gemini
He and I been ever since Reagan was criticized
Might stay in the Trump tower for one
Spray paint all the and smoke weed
them 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 of myself
like I'm runnin' in circles
Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my
I need just to exhale
Oh and I get so of myself
But I'll it out somehow
So roll another, roll 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 like a
We ain't important, vice cops in the kitchen
Grew Apollonia (all in the air now) Rob was makin' chicken
Beat me down, you beat me down, reorganize my
Now when I go home, I know what my fam gon' say
They say it ain't love cause you bought yesterday
Thoughts was cheap, cheap, cheap
But now talk 'bout me, me, me
Lately I been comin', this ain't how I wanted
When I pull up at your window, bitch out, you hear that beep, beep, beep
as your EBT, closer than you momma can
Anger when you up, I'm a dog but I'm gon' crawl again
Freak me out, keep me out, why always leave me out
Niggas that been hatin' just can't to have my CD now
we look like CP and Nirvana on that keep me pound
Please be down, I been more late...

Oh sometimes I get so of myself
Feel like I'm in circles
Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my
I smoke just to exhale
Oh and I get so of myself
But I'll it out somehow
So roll another, 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 ago, I gave my pops, uh, Cilvia, Cilvia Demo and my pops said, uh... he listened to it for about a week, came 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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