Luyện nghe bài hát Overdose

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

I ain't been here in a
Cut the lights off I feel fantastic 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 their foresights wrong
this rapper going with that obscure ice on he a lame I'm just tryna get my mature life on
O D.
O. D. Everybody know me, even fans that them kids in the O.C.
Oh me Oh my them love me like Seth 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
a road cause where you drivin is not a lane
And rest in peace to Pimp C is not a game,
Taking over the world no pinky just a lotta
He to send them the shit that I'm on (Yeah)
You prolly could have I'm on (Yeah)
My of judgment is a officially gone
Up into the air all the from the swisha is blown
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 never round
I got pent house walls I stay high your ass
And I can see it all, my is glass
And over (Bitches)
But moneys (Her)
Cause under (Nothin)
My is such a (Blur)
That's not the way it has to go it's jus I prefer
And do not disagree with me it's best you jus
I'm a legend with a that can't help but survive
Even when I die they gonna bury me Alive...

And I'm so
I brought my from the hood to the beaches
I'm living good gripping wood all the features
Jesus my straight no creases
P P P Peep
We got over 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 everybody me

McCoy:]
Oh no Travie high on again... (Wow)
Feel like I a whole bottle of Vicodin... (Dam)
So high I wanna cry like tiny
In my best mode the pesmote the silence... (Shh)
Stop the violence, how when blind is like the motherfuckin Watts riots pouring out my pen
Iight dam be I'm a get back
Gentleman a superlative use of syntax
And I done gave up the narcotics but I can't the crib 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 to my Bruce wearing stripes on my candy cane
Worn without the other so for real without the candy
Super trooper like a gun in candyman
Ask me how I'm bet I tell ya fine and dandy man
Check his vital signs peeping off the meter man
I'm a forever in Neverland with Peter Pan
Fuck pulling the out
I'm a pull a Amy
Sipping Rain with Mary Jane girls in my house... (My House)
I'm a see ya when I get there
Until then hold me down like it's Travie... Uno... Easy

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

Mickey

O.D. O.D everybody me

[Mickey
Ha I'm bout to on life somebody please pass the weed
So if I comatose tonight you have to ask for refer
If the things that I through my Prada frames got me paid
Watch me mane I'm cocky slave with this chain
I got I got my fames cluttered this bud
And this name of it is and it's all up in my blood
Tyna the too fresh feeling I got... Oooo yes
I'm in it for the yes duplex living like I'm Hugh Heff
Every other night I need a net for group sex
Leaving with a bruise neck 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 the queen
Sniff the white horse of and then let him lean... (Let'em see)
match my high on life... (Then let'em dream)
Gotta catch the on my flight
First class of the aroma of the smoker life
Got me like a stoner, a zoner but nah never over... (Mickey what you mean)
I my tongue out sippin Remy conceited of I'm teasing every bum out
Hung out with celebrities 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 from the hood to the beaches
I'm living good gripping wood with all the
Jesus my straight no creases
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.)
Money on the floor we

O.D. O.D everybody me