Luyện nghe bài hát Nosetalgia

20 plus years of selling & Johnson
I started out as a baby monster
No wonder diaper rash on my conscience
My ring was numbed by the nonsense
Gem Star and a dinner plate
Arm and and a mason jar, that's my dinner date
Then the window in the kitchen, let it ventilate
I let it sizzle on the stove like a minute steak
Nigga, I was crack in the school
Two on me, Starter jacket that was two toned
Four lockers, different bitches got their mule on
Black Ferris Bueller, cutting with his jewels on
Couldn't do wrong with a chest full of chains and a arm full of
What I sell for pain in the hood, I'm a
Zhivago tried to the urge like Ivan Drago
If he dies he dies, Doughboy to Tre
If he rides he rides, Throwing in the room
If he cries he cries, we don't drink the pain
When a die we add a link to the chain
Inscribe a name in your flesh
We playing on a higher game of
you delegate his bills who's gone fuck his bitch the best?
A million megapixels of the
Started on the scale digital, my Timex
Nigga, is timeless, simply cause it's honest
Pure as the fumes be fucking with my sinus
Nigga this is says, Simon red
Blood on your til you dying, dead, yah!

You better change comes out your speaker

You wanna see a dead
from my mama's Christmas party
Troubles on my mind, I still crime
My brother crying
Smokers repeatedly buying my Sega
Either that or my auntie was it
Hit the and start feeling it
Oh wee, cut me some slack, weed never did
This was different, geez, Louise please me relax
Quantum could never show you the world I was in
I was ten
Back when nine have got you ten
And nine times out of ten don't pay attention
And when tension in the air nines come with extensions
My daddy a quarter piece to a four and a half
Took a L, selling soap fiends bubble bath
Broke his nails his pinky to treat his nose
Shirt buttoned open, meat land on his gold
I "daddy, one day I'mma get you right with 36 zips
1000 grams of cocaine then name will be rich
Now you can rock it up or sell it as leather interior
Drop some ice cubes in it, on perimeter"
He said "son, how come you you be my connect?"
Said "pops, your ass is up with all due respect"
He "well nigga, then show me how it all makes sense"
Go figure, motherfucker, every verse is a
son dope, nigga
Now reap you sowed, nigga
Please reap what you sowed,
I was born in '87, my grand daddy a
Now the same shit y'all was smoking is my profession
get it

They must be on the dick of

They must be on the dick of