Luyện nghe bài hát WND

It's summer, and I'm chillin on my with my little crew
Just like the videos, just like all the little do
We voice to the heads we know that walk past
Sunshine and smilin, Livin out of a shot
And I talk fast when it comes to
Hey baby I'm a nut tryin to fuck a squirrel
Maybe we shut the world up
Let slug into your 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 feed me, you pet me
Would I fuck you till sleepy?"
She said I'm creepy, and off
Too late, I got off on the fact you even stopped
You knew I'd you like an object
You knew I was a rapper, you it was the trend
For us rapper men to women infront of friends
Nonetheless; here comes that kid Sean that I used to be cool
to school with, now this kid is talkin fool shit
Gettin supper touchy with his about
how I stuck his bitch
What the fuck is this to be
Sean's got nuts, hes alone, I'm wit
Now tell me what the I'm supposed to do
I spew. Look (???) makes of cartoons
And I happen to your bitch sleeps 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 my ass, I ain't 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 a pussy if it slides
So I sprint up three flights, Get into the feet whipe on the
Draggin and blood on the rug, and the wood floor
believe my squad just stood there and watched
Word to God, this boy me to blame it on my cock
I'm amped, and I'ma every motherfucker out there
I'm ill, and I'm gonna prove that shit when I get back
Into the bedroom, my passion at the closet
the top shelf, thats where the shoebox is
I the top up, enough to fit my hand in
Reach into the box in a frenzy, realizing it's empty
Hand rests in the box, head in an open stun
Then I remember, I don't 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 like "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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