Luyện nghe bài hát Sam (Is Dead

(Domo Genesis)
This life is a game if you play
Counting on your own
Livin' it no delays
so fast im gettin' pains
didn't show me my instincts to take the open lane
I go
all these coming with my growing age
haze
Tryna clear the that's sittin' on my brain
i don't
but the kid me feeling so restrained
gotta stay
let desire the flame
searching for the fountain of youth im freeing my brain
(Tyler the Creator) (Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You here fucking brass (fucking brass nigga)
a little boy nigger with the trumpets
Marching the bandwagon
for his heart , no sleeve but his hand carry muskets (Pow! (echo))
lurking in the meadows,
Mother Fuck (he's a leader)
not a
(Man)
Some profess none of your (clumsticks)
so before your blink
and eye eye (nigg-assumptions)
(Chorus 2)
Niggas! (Go left, Go left, Go left, right, left)
Niggas is coming! (Go left, Go left, (nigga) Go , (nigga!) right, left)
Niggas! (Go left, Go left, Go left, right, left)
is coming! (Go left, (right!) Go left, (niggas) Go left, right, left)
(Tyler the Creator)
They want a a story
I the shit that I find very amusing
all of they fuckin' stories are boring
It's really awkward to know that a bunch of do adore me
It's like I these fuckers so you won't find me on maury
I'm a kid in my heart
so I have a maturing
but it come from experiences and shit I see touring
I'm a bird and i'm soaring
really and I'm
really from watching this porn
Nope, but
(Chorus 1)
(Bring in the horns!)
You that fucking brass (fucking brass nigga)
Thats a little boy nigger with the
with the bandwagon
looking for his heart , no sleeve but his hand muskets (Pow! (echo))
lurking in the meadows,
Mother Gepetto (he's a leader)
not a
(Man)
profess this none of your (clumsticks)
so think before blink
and eye eye (nigg-assumptions)
(Chorus 2)
Niggas! (Go left, (wolf gang!) Go left, right, left)
Niggas is coming! (Go left, Go left, (nigga) Go , (nigga!) right, left)
Niggas! (Go left, Go left, Go left, right, left)
is coming! (Go left, (right!) Go left, (niggas) Go left, right, left)
(Tyler the Creator)




Now where's
of the countdown
shit ain't been the since I found out
Beats ghostwrote for bow wow
now i'm the loud shot style foul mouth fucker
that teenage kid likes to bow down
Riding around town in
with the same that Curt used to
Click-Clack-Boom-Pow!
suicidal but
some that i'm cool now
cause I got a award in my own room now,

but I can flip shit like pillow, and
have my death sliding a lose vow, Ummm
the turned into caboose so, so
don't let that nigger trumpet lose sound
(Just let him play)