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 pay your Tithes and mend your fence
And we alright, the Ken and big old rims
And LA hoes, if ain't rolled up, I ain't go
I ain't home, I them, I ain't them
No more and no more trends
And photo tint and photo lens, this
Pour shit, bonafide, woe is me
Bowl of grits, pimp, beamin' up, clean as fuck
Other side chill for niggas, makin' life look for niggas
for niggas, tip top cliff for niggas, this the vision side to side
So give the nigga, if we honest you gon' miss a
Twisted 'em, this the isms
See your might kiss a nigga, which 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 robe of has caught a case
Other niggas they like Carter say from far away
All my niggas "Calm down"
Lovin' above a reason, just can't find it like a dozen people
Catch that at night, and Bobby Whitney
Get too tired to write and in prison
Felt like Rob tonight, lost my god

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

How many do you touch a day?
How many do you fuck a day?
How many flows do your convey?
How many you can't walk away?
Depending on the way I feel, I might everybody around me
Might heal everybody around me, how the blow
Open your window, at the debris and let me in
I back with kick though
Maybe if I live a hundred years that be real?
Pay me if I'mma be rhymin' homonyms
Crazy, my other went to my mom 'n' 'em
My daddy said a Mercedes had him
But now he got one, I'm ridin'
With a chicken dinner and shot gun
I bring 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 Black 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 that for a now, I'm twenty-nine
Any nigga that disagree is a fuckin'
Pardon me, see my alter ego was
He and I been around ever since was criticized
Might stay in the Trump for one week
Spray paint all the walls and smoke
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 we live as I get...

...so of myself
like I'm runnin' in circles
Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my
I need smoke just to
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

Oh you got two Xannies, oh, just forget me
Love me for the moment (all in the air now) hug me like a
We ain't that important, cops in the kitchen
Grew with (all in the air now) Rob was makin' chicken
Beat me down, you beat me down, my face
Now when I go home, I don't know what my fam 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 goin' how I wanted
When I pull up at your window, bitch come out, you that beep, beep, beep
Faithful as your EBT, closer you momma can
when 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 just can't wait to have my CD now
Don't we look like CP and Nirvana on that keep me
be down, I been more than 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 ahead of
But I'll make it out
So roll another, roll one
And put it all in the air now
All in the air now

Okay, I'mma tell you 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, 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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