Luyện nghe bài hát Nosetalgia

20 plus years of selling & Johnson
I started out as a baby face
No wonder there's rash on my conscience
My teething was numbed by the nonsense
Gem Star and a dinner plate
Arm and hammer and a mason jar, my dinner date
Then crack the window in the kitchen, let it
Cause I let it sizzle on the stove like a minute
Nigga, I was crack in the school
Two beepers on me, jacket that was two toned
Four lockers, four different bitches got their on
Black Bueller, cutting school with his jewels on
Couldn't do wrong with a chest of chains and a arm full of watches
What I for pain in the hood, I'm a doctor
Zhivago tried to fight the urge Ivan Drago
If he dies he dies, Doughboy to Tre
If he rides he rides, punches in the room
If he cries he cries, we drink away the pain
a nigga die we add a link to the chain
Inscribe a nigga in your flesh
We playing on a higher of chess
Once you delegate his who's 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 with my sinus
Nigga this is says, Simon red
Blood on diamonds til you dying, dead, yah!

You better change comes out your speaker

You see a dead body?
Instrumentals from my Christmas party
on my mind, I still smell crime
My little brother
Smokers repeatedly buying my Genesis
that or my auntie was stealing it
Hit the and start feeling it
Oh wee, cut me slack, weed never did that
This was different, geez, Louise please help me
Quantum physics never show you the world I was in
I was ten
Back when ounces have got you ten
And nine times out of ten niggas pay attention
And when tension in the air nines come with extensions
My daddy dumped a quarter piece to a and a half
a L, started selling soap fiends bubble bath
Broke his nails his pinky to treat his nose
Shirt buttoned open, taco land on his gold
I said "daddy, one day I'mma get you with 36 zips
grams of cocaine then your name will be rich
Now you can rock it up or sell it soft as interior
Drop some ice cubes in it, on perimeter"
He said "son, how you think you be my connect?"
Said "pops, your ass is washed up all due respect"
He said "well nigga, show me how it all makes sense"
Go figure, motherfucker, verse is a brick
son dope, nigga
Now what you sowed, nigga
Please what you sowed, nigga
I was in '87, my grand daddy a legend
Now the same shit that y'all was is my profession
get it

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