Luyện nghe bài hát The Joy

Add a sugar, honey suckle lamb
Great expression of
Boy, you could not with a dozen roses
would astound you
The joy of children laughing you
are the makings of you

I do it for the fore-fathers and the authors
That are not in the cheap office
Rappers never got signed but they keep offers
Girls way too fine for us to keep off us
Gave her a only for my man's sake
She in her birthday cause of the damn cake
Now there's all over the damn place
And she want me to cum all over her face
I never understood planned
Cause I never met nobody to be a parent in the hood
Taking refills of that plan B
Another shorty that won't make it to the family
If I don't make it, can't take it, hope the family
They ain't they don't know how insanity feel
Don C had a shorty so it's not that bad
But I hear the ghosts of the kids I never had

Add a little sugar, honey lamb
Great expression of
Boy, you could not with a dozen roses
would astound you
The joy of laughing around you
are the makings of you

No Electro, no metro, a retro, I perfecto
You the demo, ya boy act wild
You ain't get the memo, Yeezy's in style
Now Rome go Gidget the other got Bridget
What's more out though is they sisters
Nah, you listen, they black, they sisters
They momma, named them after bitches
No time you see me on your fallopian
the Jewerly's Egyptian, know the hunger's Ethiopian
Stupid like "Is he gon' be dope again?"
Have you seen Has anybody spoke to him?
beat deserves Hennessy, a bad bitch and a bag of weed, the Holy Trinity
In the mirror I see my only enemy
Your life's cursed, mine's an obscenity

Add a little sugar, honey lamb
Great of happiness
Boy, you not miss with a dozen roses
Such astound you
The joy of children around you
These are the of you

is my momma shit
I used to hear through the walls in the hood
I was back in my pajama shit
Afro's and marijuana sticks, seeds and the hat
Will be like the sample that I'm rhyming with
Pete Rock, let the drop
I seen so much as a kid they surprised I needle pop
Taking sips of pop, six of millanips
Pink champel, L
Bally's on my help me balance out well
That and the shit I used to balance on the
I got it honest from the from my momma's
Virgin Mary's try to judge her, I'm "where the Madonna's now?"
Give all glory to Gloria, they "you raised that boy too fast,
But you was a warrior"
We victorious, they'll take the joy from us

you hands up, get mine up
Don't let them your fire
you hands up, get mine up
Don't let them take fire
Keep you up, get mine up
Don't let them take your
you hands up, get mine up

It's Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay
It's Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay
It's Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay
It's Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay