Luyện nghe bài hát WND

It's summer, and I'm chillin on my steps my little crew
Just the videos, just like all the little rappers do
We love to the heads we know that walk past
Sunshine and smilin, out of a shot glass
And I talk fast when it comes to
Hey baby I'm just a nut tryin to a squirrel
Maybe we shut the world up
Let some slug into your
Suddenly she an eyebrow up, like
"What do you mean?" and I buggin like
"If I was to fallowed you home you keep me
Would you me, would you pet me
I fuck you till your sleepy?"
She I'm creepy, and walked off
Too late, I already got off on the fact you even
You knew I'd you like an object
You I was a rapper, you knew it was the trend
For us men to disrespect women infront of friends
Nonetheless; here comes that kid Sean that I to be cool with
Went to school with, now kid is talkin fool shit
Gettin supper touchy with his about
how I his bitch supposedly
What the fuck is this to be
got nuts, hes alone, I'm wit crew
Now tell me the fuck I'm supposed to do
I spew. Look (???) believers of cartoons
And I happen to know your bitch sleeps in until the
Honestly, my man, you don't me
Cause Everybody bleeds, now go and ask your who his father be

I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"

Now Sean kicked my ass, I gonna lie, ain't gonna laugh
It wasnt fun, but fuck 'em, get my gun
Shit like that gets done in the of rap
If they pushin on ya vibe, you just a if it slides
So I sprint up flights, Get into the feet whipe on the door
dirt and blood on the rug, and the wood floor
Couldn't believe my squad stood there and watched
Word to God, this boy tellin me to it on my cock
I'm amped, and I'ma shoot every out there
I'm ill, and I'm gonna prove that shit I get back downstairs
Into the bedroom, my aimed at the closet
the top shelf, thats where the shoebox is
I push the top up, enough to fit my in
Reach into the box in a frenzy, realizing it's empty
Hand rests in the box, head festers in an open
I remember, I don't even own a gun

"What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What, (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What, What Kid What"
I'm "What, What, What Kid What"
I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What, What, What"

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