Luyện nghe bài hát Overdose

And I'm a on one more note
One more note
It's this... Look at him

I ain't been here in a
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 porches on just to let them know their foresights wrong
Where this going with that obscure ice on he a lame I'm just tryna get my mature life on
O D.
O. D. Everybody know me, even fans that resemble kids in the O.C.
Oh me Oh my them girls love me Seth Cohen,
So get a grip get a glass the X. O. in
I did one these niggas to say that I'm not the same
Pick a cause where you drivin is not a lane
And rest in to Pimp C life is not a game,
Taking over the no pinky just a lotta Brain
He bout to send the shit that I'm on (Yeah)
You prolly could have I'm on (Yeah)
My of judgment is a officially gone
Up into the air all the smoke the swisha is blown
Ahh... I'm grown I'm grown I'm in this elevator zone alone
I'm up so I'm never coming down and you say you got them hoes but they never coming round
I got pent house I stay high above your ass
And I can see it all, my is glass
And wifey's (Bitches)
But moneys (Her)
Cause money's (Nothin)
My is such a (Blur)
That's not the way it has to go jus what I prefer
And do not disagree with me best you jus concur
I'm a legend with a legacy that can't but survive
when I fuckin die they gonna bury me Alive...

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

O.D. O.D everybody me

McCoy:]
Oh no Travie high on again... (Wow)
Feel like I swallowed a bottle 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 blind is like the motherfuckin Watts pouring out my pen
Iight dam be easy I'm a get
Gentleman with a use of syntax
And I done up the narcotics but I can't leave the crib without some xanax in my water... (Nope)
Hello my name is and I'm a life-aholic
Told'em all these is like the Wallis to my Gromit... (Ha)
The alpha to my wearing stripes on my candy cane
Worn without the other so for real without the brain
Super like a gun tote in candyman
Ask me how I'm livin bet I tell ya and dandy man
Check his vital signs peeping off the meter man
I'm a forever in Neverland with Peter Pan
Fuck the nine out
I'm a a Amy Winehouse
Sipping Purple Rain Mary Jane girls in my house... (My House)
I'm a see ya when I get there
Until then hold me down like it's Travie... Uno... Easy

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

It's

O.D. O.D know me

[Mickey
Ha I'm bout to overdose on life somebody pass the weed
So if I comatose tonight you have to ask for refer
If the things that I seen through my Prada frames got me
Watch me mane I'm cocky slave with Rocky chain
I got I got my cluttered with this bud
And this name of it is Fame and it's all up in my
Tyna suppress the too fresh feeling I got... yes
I'm in it for the huge yes duplex living like I'm Hugh
Every other night I need a blue net for sex
Leaving with a bruise neck then I yell next... (Next)
Stand'em in a line this is new fax city take this crack ya thighs... (Yeah)
(Mickey you mean) I'm promethazine fuck the queen
Sniff the horse of success 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 of the aroma of the smoker life
Got me a stoner, a zoner but nah it's never over... (Mickey what you mean)
I stick my tongue out sippin conceited of I'm teasing every bum out
Hung out celebrities from every drug house
So you remember me say that I was strung out... (Mickey what you mean)
I'm a addict for the green cash I'm a O.D. so flip going to

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 Peep
We got bottles over
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