Luyện nghe bài hát Overdose

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

I ain't here in a minute
Cut the off I feel fantastic right now baby...
Yeah... Look...
I said I used to cut the porch lights on and now I cut the porches lights on 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 mature on
O D.
O. D. Everybody me, even fans that resemble them kids in the O.C.
Oh me Oh my them girls love me like Cohen,
So get a grip get a pour the X. O. in
I did want one these niggas to say that I'm not the
Pick a cause where you drivin is not a lane
And rest in peace to C life is not a game,
Taking over the world no pinky just a Brain
He bout to them the shit that I'm on (Yeah)
You prolly could predicted I'm on (Yeah)
My sense of judgment is a gone
Up into the air all the smoke from the swisha is
Ahh... I'm grown I'm grown I'm in this elevator zone alone
I'm up so high I'm never coming down and you say you got them hoes but they never coming
I got house walls I stay high above your ass
And I can see it all, my is glass
And over (Bitches)
But moneys (Her)
Cause under (Nothin)
My life is a (Blur)
That's not the way it has to go it's jus I prefer
And do not with me it's best you jus concur
I'm a legend with a that can't help but survive
when I fuckin die they gonna bury me Alive...

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

O.D. O.D know me

[Travis
Oh no Travie high on again... (Wow)
Feel like I swallowed a whole of Vicodin... (Dam)
So high I wanna cry like tiny
In my best mode the pesmote the silence... (Shh)
Stop the violence, how when every blind is like the motherfuckin Watts riots out my pen
dam be easy I'm a get back
Gentleman with a use of syntax
And I done gave up the narcotics but I can't leave the without some xanax in my water... (Nope)
Hello my name is and I'm a life-aholic
Told'em all these beats is the Wallis to my Gromit... (Ha)
The alpha to my Bruce stripes on my candy cane
Worn the other so for real without the candy 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 live forever in with Peter Pan
Fuck the nine out
I'm a pull a Amy
Sipping Purple with Mary Jane girls in my house... (My House)
Isaiah I'm a see ya when I get
Until then hold me down like it's Travie... Uno... Easy

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

It's

O.D. O.D know me

[Mickey
Ha I'm bout to overdose on somebody please pass the weed
So if I comatose tonight you won't to ask for refer
If the things that I seen through my Prada got me paid
Watch me mane I'm cocky slave with Rocky chain
I got I got my fames cluttered with bud
And this name of it is 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 living I'm Hugh Heff
Every night I need a blue net for group sex
with a bruise neck then I yell whose next... (Next)
Stand'em in a this is new fax city take this crack between ya thighs... (Yeah)
(Mickey what you mean) I'm promethazine fuck the
Sniff the white horse of and then let him lean... (Let'em see)
Tryna match my high on life... (Then dream)
Gotta catch the spot on my
class known of the aroma of the smoker life
Got me like a stoner, a but nah it's never over... (Mickey what you mean)
I stick my tongue out sippin conceited of I'm teasing every bum out
out with celebrities from every drug house
So when you remember me say I was strung out... (Mickey what you mean)
I'm a for the green cash I'm a O.D. so flip going to rehab

And I'm so
I brought my niggas from the hood to the
I'm living gripping wood with all the features
Jesus my money no creases
P P Peep
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

O.D. O.D know me