Luyện nghe bài hát Rusty

Watch me get this nigga, tired of being hungry nigga
Nothing funny, sass me while I'm thrashing, punch a nigga
Never made of plastic, I'm a savage, you look lunch my
Passing all you hating fucking fags we discuss, my nigga
We ain't on no jolly and we don't pop no mollies, bitch
I'm hockin', got some niggas out here poppin' Ollie switch
novices, odd future the squad, its thick
Them young niggas is back and brash, attacking no common sense
We the of a dying breed
And we don't give a fuck, so we cannot your needs
You stupid niggas who had said our is dying, please
My solid, making profit off the highest tees
Bitch, as I get on the verse, cursin'
Nigga Dom so cool, I him in third person
Watch me get this money, I'm up the bird's chirpin'
Make actions, fuck

Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time,
You niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty
Flying out at any time, money, any grind
You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas give me mine

Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time,
You niggas gon' give me mine, I have plenty time
Flying out at any time, money, any grind
You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas give me mine

In a world where kids my age are popping mollies with
Sitting on tumblr, outside or enjoying the weather
Can name a sweater, but not a talent or don't know if
Or not they got one, tried to change life for the better
I was a drama club kid, I'd run with a fun dip, my itched
I was defiant, said, "fuck shit"
Hated the ones, now I'm the popular one
Also homes too, til I start coppin' me some
See I beez in the trap, nigga, I beez in the b's
And I be gassin' in my like some bees in a shell
Fucking sick and getting like I sneezed on Adele
And bitches getting touchy-feely they reading some braille
I quick like gun-holders with short tempers, and well
I tried to tell the kids, like fuck it, being yourself
fucking rappers got stylists, it's cause they can't think for themselves
See, don't have an identity, so they needed some help, but
Really, boy posers looking boy
I'm in past season 'preme shit, older than Tity Boi
Not a diss, but with ice cream, my shit is (diddy riese)
smith transworld page 64
Poppin' like oil, ollies, and fire
I'm harder DJ Khaled playing the fucking quiet game
The am I saying? Tyler's not even a violent name
I'm 'bout as threatening as stained in hurricanes
But he rapes women, and spit wrong, like he dentists
God damn menace, 666 and not finished
And my shit's missing, he hates women, but loves
See y'all niggas man
Look at article that says my subject matter is wrong
Saying I gays even though frank is on 10 of my songs
Look at that mom who thinks I'm evil, hold that grudge me
Though I'm the reason her motherfucking son got to eat
Look at the kid who had the 9 and tried to blow out his
But talk is money, I said, "hi," I guess I bought him some
Look at the ones in the crowd, shit is barnacles, huh?
thought I wasn't fair until I threw a carnival, huh?
But then again, I'm an atheist that just Satan
And probably why I'm not getting no fucking album placements
And MTV could suck my dick, and I ain't fuckin'
Bruh, they never it, I just won shit for their fucking ratings
"Analog" are getting sick of the rape
All the Cat fans are getting sick of the lakes
But about me, bitch? I'm getting sick of complaints
But I don't hate it when I'm taking trips to the bank
Over and over, shit, who really gives a what I think?
My fans don't turning on me, shit, they're almost extinct
buying studio time I'ma go purchase a shrink
Record the session and send all you a link, bitch

Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time,
You niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty
Flying out at any time, getting money, any
You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' me mine

Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time,
You niggas give me mine, I don't have plenty time
out at any time, getting money, any grind
You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' me mine

This shit just like the nights I look forward to not
So for being sober, I hope that you can forgive me
But momma, I'm close to the edge as possible (why don't you you fucking pussy?)
I'm seeing it's a drop in my ocular, jumping like told me
That the 40's half off, you know that cliff
Don't need a therapist to him he could float that shit (fucking faggot)
Or get compared to fucking pair with all the program
So maybe a pair of bitches for the gonads lick (I'll show you)
liquor filling me up, and all us not giving no fucks and
All of them sensitive chumps in awe that pistol erupts (pistol, I got one!)
Dirty one spitting that sumpy raw till his wrists in the
Bitch gotta (Oh, shut the up!)