Luyện nghe bài hát Overdose

And I'm a leave on one more
One more motherfuckin
It's like this... at him

I ain't here in a minute
Cut the lights off I feel right now baby...
Yeah... Look...
I said I used to cut the porch lights on and now I cut the lights on just to let them know their foresights wrong
Where this rapper going with that obscure ice on he a lame I'm just tryna get my life on
O D.
O. D. Everybody know me, even fans that them kids in the O.C.
Oh me Oh my them girls me like Seth Cohen,
So get a get a glass pour the X. O. in
I did one these niggas to say that I'm not the same
Pick a road cause where you drivin is not a
And rest in peace to C life is not a game,
Taking over the world no pinky just a lotta
He bout to send them the shit I'm on (Yeah)
You prolly could predicted I'm on (Yeah)
My of judgment is a officially gone
Up the air all the smoke from the swisha is blown
Ahh... I'm grown I'm grown I'm living in this elevator zone
I'm up so high I'm never coming and you say you got them hoes but they never coming round
I got pent walls I stay high above your ass
And I can see it all, my is glass
And over (Bitches)
But over (Her)
money's under (Nothin)
My life is a (Blur)
That's not the way it has to go it's jus what I
And do not disagree with me it's you jus concur
I'm a with a legacy that can't help but survive
Even when I die they gonna bury me Alive...

And I'm so
I my niggas from the hood to the beaches
I'm living gripping wood with all the features
Jesus my money straight no
P P P this
We got over here
Kush is in the air... we (O. D. O.D.)
Bithces there... we good (O. D. O. D.)
Money on the we good

O.D. O.D know me

McCoy:]
Oh no Travie on life again... (Wow)
Feel like I swallowed a whole of Vicodin... (Dam)
So high I cry like tiny violins
In my best mode the pesmote the silence... (Shh)
Stop the violence, how when every is like the motherfuckin Watts riots pouring out my pen
Iight dam be I'm a get back
Gentleman with a superlative use of
And I done gave up the narcotics but I can't leave the crib some xanax in my water... (Nope)
Hello my is Travie and I'm a life-aholic
Told'em all beats is like the Wallis to my Gromit... (Ha)
The alpha to my Bruce wearing on my candy cane
Worn the other so for real without the candy brain
Super trooper a gun tote in candyman
Ask me how I'm bet I tell ya fine and dandy man
his vital signs they peeping off the meter man
I'm a live in Neverland with Peter Pan
pulling the nine out
I'm a a Amy Winehouse
Sipping Purple Rain with Mary girls in my house... (My House)
Isaiah I'm a see ya I get there
Until then hold me down like gravity it's Travie... Uno...

And I'm so
I brought my niggas the hood to the beaches
I'm living good wood with all the features
Jesus my straight no creases
P P this
We got bottles over
Kush is in the air... we (O. D. O.D.)
Bithces over there... we (O. D. O. D.)
on the floor we good

It's

O.D. O.D everybody me

Factz:]
Ha I'm bout to overdose on life please pass the weed
So if I comatose you won't have to ask for refer
If the that I seen through my Prada frames got me paid
Watch me mane I'm cocky slave this Rocky chain
I got I got my cluttered with this bud
And this of it is Fame and it's all up in my blood
suppress the too fresh feeling I got... Oooo yes
I'm in it for the huge yes duplex like I'm Hugh Heff
Every other night I need a net for group sex
with a bruise neck then I yell whose next... (Next)
Stand'em in a line this is new fax city take this between ya thighs... (Yeah)
(Mickey what you mean) I'm promethazine the queen
Sniff the white horse of and then let him lean... (Let'em see)
match my high on life... (Then let'em dream)
Gotta catch the on my flight
First class known of the of the smoker life
Got me like a stoner, a but nah it's never over... (Mickey what you mean)
I stick my out sippin Remy conceited of I'm teasing every bum out
Hung out with celebrities from every drug
So when you remember me say that I was strung out... (Mickey you mean)
I'm a addict for the green cash I'm a O.D. so flip to rehab

And I'm so
I brought my from the hood to the beaches
I'm living good gripping wood all the features
Jesus my straight no creases
P P Peep
We got bottles here
is in the air... we good (O. D. O.D.)
Bithces there... we good (O. D. O. D.)
Money on the we good

O.D. O.D know me