Luyện nghe bài hát WND

It's summer, and I'm chillin on my steps with my crew
Just like the videos, like all the little rappers do
We voice love to the heads we that walk past
Sunshine and smilin, out of a shot glass
And I talk fast it comes to girls
Hey baby I'm just a nut tryin to fuck a
Maybe we could shut the up
Let some slug into life
Suddenly she an eyebrow up, like
"What do you mean?" and I start like
"If I was to you home would you keep me
Would you me, would you pet me
Would I fuck you till sleepy?"
She I'm creepy, and walked off
Too late, I already got off on the fact you even
You knew I'd treat you like an
You I was a rapper, you knew it was the trend
For us men to disrespect women infront of friends
here comes that kid Sean that I used to be cool with
Went to school with, now kid is talkin fool shit
Gettin supper touchy with his lips
how I stuck his supposedly
the fuck is this supposed to be
Sean's got nuts, hes alone, I'm wit
Now tell me what the fuck I'm to do
I spew. (???) makes believers of cartoons
And I happen to know your bitch in until the afternoon
Honestly, my man, you bother me
Cause Everybody bleeds, now go and ask 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 gonna lie, gonna laugh
It wasnt fun, but '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 the feet whipe on the door
Draggin dirt and blood on the rug, and the floor
Couldn't believe my squad just there and watched
Word to God, this boy me to blame it on my cock
I'm amped, and I'ma shoot every out there
I'm ill, and I'm gonna that shit when I get back downstairs
Into the bedroom, my passion aimed at the
Visualizing the top shelf, where the shoebox is
I the top up, enough to fit my hand in
Reach into the box in a frenzy, that it's empty
rests in the box, head festers in an open stun
Then I remember, I 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 like "What, What, Kid What"
I'm "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm "What, What, What, What"

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