Luyện nghe bài hát Nosetalgia

20 plus years of selling & Johnson
I started out as a baby monster
No wonder there's rash on my conscience
My ring was numbed by the nonsense
Gem razor and a dinner plate
Arm and and a mason jar, that's my dinner date
Then crack the in the kitchen, let it ventilate
I let it sizzle on the stove like a minute steak
Nigga, I was crack in the zone
Two beepers on me, Starter jacket that was two
Four lockers, different bitches got their mule on
Ferris Bueller, cutting school with his jewels on
Couldn't do wrong with a chest full of and a arm full of watches
What I sell for pain in the hood, I'm a
Zhivago tried to fight the urge like Ivan
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 away the
When a nigga die we add a link to the
a nigga name in your flesh
We playing on a game of chess
Once you delegate his bills gone fuck his bitch the best?
A million of the Pyrex
Started on the scale digital, my only
Nigga, is timeless, simply cause it's honest
Pure as the fumes that be fucking 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 body?
Instrumentals from my mama's Christmas
Troubles on my mind, I still smell
My brother crying
Smokers repeatedly buying my Genesis
Either that or my was stealing it
Hit the pipe and feeling it
Oh wee, cut me some slack, never did that
This was different, geez, Louise help me relax
Quantum physics could never show you the I was in
I was ten
Back when ounces have got you ten
And nine times out of ten niggas pay attention
And there's tension in the air nines come with extensions
My daddy dumped a piece to a four and a half
Took a L, started selling soap fiends bubble
Broke his nails misusing his pinky to treat his
Shirt open, taco meat land on his gold
I said "daddy, one day get you right with 36 zips
1000 grams of cocaine your name will be rich
Now you can it up or sell it soft as leather interior
Drop ice cubes in it, Deebo on perimeter"
He said "son, how you think you be my connect?"
Said "pops, your ass is up with all due respect"
He said "well nigga, then me how it all makes sense"
Go figure, motherfucker, every verse is a
son dope, nigga
Now what you sowed, nigga
reap what you sowed, nigga
I was in '87, my grand daddy a legend
Now the same shit y'all was smoking is my profession
get it

They be on the dick of who?

They must be on the dick of