Luyện nghe bài hát Overdose

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

I ain't been 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 just to let them know their foresights
Where this rapper going with that obscure ice on he a lame I'm tryna get my mature life on
O D.
O. D. Everybody know me, fans that resemble them kids in the O.C.
Oh me Oh my them girls love me Seth Cohen,
So get a get a glass pour the X. O. in
I did want one these to say that I'm not the same
Pick a road cause where you is not a lane
And rest in to Pimp C life is not a game,
over the world no pinky just a lotta Brain
He bout to them the shit that I'm on (Yeah)
You prolly could predicted I'm on (Yeah)
My sense of is a officially gone
Up into the air all the smoke from the swisha is
Ahh... I'm grown I'm grown I'm living in this elevator alone
I'm up so high I'm never coming down and you say you got them hoes but they coming round
I got pent house walls I high above your ass
And I can see it all, my is glass
And wifey's (Bitches)
But over (Her)
Cause under (Nothin)
My is such a (Blur)
That's not the way it has to go it's jus what I
And do not disagree me it's best you jus concur
I'm a legend with a legacy can't help but survive
Even when I fuckin die they gonna me Alive...

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

McCoy:]
Oh no Travie high on again... (Wow)
Feel like I swallowed a bottle of Vicodin... (Dam)
So high I wanna cry tiny violins
In my mode the pesmote enjoy the silence... (Shh)
Stop the violence, how every blind is like the motherfuckin Watts riots pouring 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 crib some xanax in my water... (Nope)
my name is Travie and I'm a life-aholic
Told'em all these beats is the Wallis to my Gromit... (Ha)
The alpha to my Bruce wearing on my candy cane
Worn without the other so for without the candy brain
trooper like a gun tote in candyman
Ask me how I'm livin bet I tell ya and dandy man
Check his vital they peeping off the meter man
I'm a live in Neverland with Peter Pan
Fuck the nine out
I'm a pull a Amy
Sipping Rain with Mary Jane girls in my house... (My House)
Isaiah I'm a see ya when I get
Until then hold me down like gravity Travie... Uno... Easy

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

Mickey

O.D. O.D everybody me

Factz:]
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 frames got me
Watch me mane I'm cocky slave with Rocky chain
I got I got my cluttered with this bud
And name of it is Fame and it's all up in my blood
Tyna suppress the too fresh I got... Oooo yes
I'm in it for the huge yes duplex living like I'm Hugh
Every other night I need a blue net for sex
Leaving with a bruise then I yell whose next... (Next)
Stand'em in a line this is new fax take this crack between ya thighs... (Yeah)
(Mickey what you mean) I'm promethazine the queen
Sniff the white horse of and then let him lean... (Let'em see)
Tryna match my high on life... (Then dream)
Gotta catch the on my flight
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 Remy of I'm teasing every bum out
Hung out with celebrities from every drug
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 good gripping wood with all the features
Jesus my money straight no
P P Peep
We got over here
Kush is in the air... we (O. D. O.D.)
Bithces over there... we (O. D. O. D.)
on the floor we good

O.D. O.D know me