Luyện nghe bài hát WND

It's summer, and I'm chillin on my steps my little crew
Just like the videos, just like all the little do
We voice love to the heads we that walk past
Sunshine and smilin, Livin out of a glass
And I talk fast it comes to girls
Hey baby I'm a nut tryin to fuck a squirrel
Maybe we could shut the up
Let some into your life
Suddenly she hypes an up, like
"What do you mean?" and I buggin like
"If I was to you home would you keep me
Would you me, would you pet me
I fuck you till your sleepy?"
She said I'm creepy, and off
Too late, I already got off on the fact you even
You knew I'd you like an object
You knew I was a rapper, you knew it was the
For us rapper men to women infront of friends
Nonetheless; here comes that kid Sean that I used to be with
Went to school with, now this kid is fool shit
Gettin touchy with his lips about
how I his bitch supposedly
What the fuck is this to be
Sean's got nuts, hes alone, I'm wit
Now tell me the fuck I'm supposed to do
I spew. Look (???) makes of cartoons
And I happen to know your bitch sleeps in the afternoon
Honestly, my man, you don't me
Everybody bleeds, now go and ask your seed 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 ain't lie, ain't gonna laugh
It fun, but fuck 'em, I'ma get my gun
like that gets done in the world of rap
If they pushin on ya vibe, you just a pussy if it
So I sprint up three flights, Get into the feet whipe on the
Draggin dirt and blood on the rug, and the wood
believe my squad just stood there and watched
Word to God, this boy tellin me to it on my cock
I'm amped, and I'ma shoot every motherfucker out
I'm ill, and I'm gonna prove that shit I get back downstairs
Into the bedroom, my passion at the closet
Visualizing the top shelf, where the shoebox is
I push the top up, to fit my hand in
into the box in a frenzy, realizing that it's empty
Hand in the box, head festers in an open stun
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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