Luyện nghe bài hát Cudderisback

up?
Mm-hmm.
Nigga.
its me. (Haha!)

Im baby
Cudder.
Ottoman couch, how handsome your
Lovelier now, but for funeral
you to sit for a portrait on the wall
To hang in the dark of some parliamentary
home a lot, no TV
Just thoughts, and a heap of weed
Same jeans, old converse,
Bape tees and the Walees, so
Im cool, niggas mad at it
Lookin in the outside, fantastic
Cant keep that negative
be on my dick, if Kid Cudi die,
dont cry hater, I forgive, now go and get my and get off my dick
I smile and I'm pleasant, the weed is the
But if Im in the good, we gonna tear up
Im talking about sex, amounts,
cause If you're rage, should be all about
take, take another or youre soft
Dream on Im the mother loving boss
suck my balls, two time
I never say because I'm on mine
All my life, wanna do major
Now every little I do might make it in the paper
Cudi yall nigga, po-po (whatever)
Mad drunk in the street, no (I rage)
Hatin motherfuckas, I know yo
I guess this was the life I
get up in my mind,
Wanna know me and Amanda Bynes (Amanda please)
know really, really, really who Im dating
Is she civilian or duper famous? (hmmm)
Is she American, Caucasian, or Asian? (so many)
Or maybe Spanish, it matter my nigga, I love them all.
As long as she need stupid amounts of makeup to make up the self esteem
dreams can reflect the blessing
I am tap dancing on a
Successful raps, I might scream out
it down, for all I'm at
Talking fans, I quit
Im it down, for all I'm at
Talking fans, I wont
Hey hey hey, whoa whoa whooa! (come on, on)
Hey, whoa whoa whoooa! (come on, on)
Stoned, let's some more weed
Hey, (Let's goo oh whooa)
La la la la la la la
Goodbye.