Luyện nghe bài hát Rusty

Watch me get this money nigga, of being hungry nigga
Nothing funny, sass me I'm thrashing, I'ma punch a nigga
Never made of plastic, I'm a savage, you look lunch my
Passing all you hating fucking we don't discuss, my nigga
We ain't on no jolly shit and we don't pop no mollies,
I'm hockin', spitting got some niggas out here poppin' Ollie
Buncha novices, odd the squad, its thick
Them young niggas is back and brash, attacking no common sense
We the last of a breed
And we don't give a fuck, so we cannot your needs
You stupid niggas who had our hype is dying, please
My pocket's solid, making profit off the highest
Bitch, as I get on the verse, cursin'
Nigga Dom so cool, I refer him in third
Watch me get money, I'm up when the bird's chirpin'
Make actions, fuck

Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time,
You niggas gon' give me mine, I don't plenty time
Flying out at any time, getting money, any
You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas give me mine

Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time,
You niggas give me mine, I don't have plenty time
out at any time, getting money, any grind
You gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine

In a world where my age are popping mollies with leather
Sitting on tumblr, never outside or the weather
Can name a sweater, but not a or don't know if whether
Or not they got one, tried to change their for the better
I was a drama club kid, I'd run with a fun dip, my nuts
I was defiant, said, "fuck shit"
Hated the ones, now I'm the popular one
Also hated too, til I start coppin' me some
See I beez in the trap, nigga, I beez in the b's
And I be gassin' in my buzz like bees in a shell
Fucking sick and getting bigger like I sneezed on
And bitches getting like they reading some braille
I bust quick gun-holders with short tempers, and well
I tried to tell the kids, fuck it, start being yourself
These fucking rappers got stylists, it's cause they can't for themselves
See, they don't have an identity, so they some help, but
Really, boy looking silly boy
I'm in that past 'preme shit, older than Tity Boi
Not a diss, but same with ice cream, my is (diddy riese)
Na'kel smith transworld 64
like oil, ollies, and fire flames
I'm harder than DJ Khaled playing the fucking game
The fuck am I saying? Tyler's not a violent name
I'm 'bout as threatening as stained windbreakers in
But he rapes women, and wrong, like he hate dentists
God menace, 666 and he's not finished
And my missing, he hates women, but loves kittens
See niggas trippin' man
Look at that article that says my matter is wrong
Saying I hate gays even though frank is on 10 of my
Look at that mom who I'm evil, hold that grudge against me
I'm the reason that her motherfucking son got to eat
Look at the kid who had the 9 and tried to out his mind
But talk is money, I said, "hi," I guess I him some time
Look at the ones in the crowd, that is barnacles, huh?
They thought I wasn't fair until I threw a carnival,
But then again, I'm an atheist just worships Satan
And it's probably why I'm not getting no fucking placements
And MTV could my dick, and I ain't fuckin' playing
Bruh, they never played it, I just won shit for their fucking
"Analog" fans are sick of the rape
All the Cat fans are getting sick of the lakes
But what about me, bitch? I'm getting sick of
But I don't hate it when I'm taking trips to the bank
Over and over, shit, who really gives a fuck what I
My fans don't think turning on me, shit, almost extinct
buying studio time I'ma go purchase a shrink
Record the session and send all you motherfuckers a link,

Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time,
You gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time
Flying out at any time, getting money, any
You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' me mine

Nigga, summer, fall, winter-time,
You niggas gon' me mine, I don't have plenty time
out at any time, getting money, any grind
You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me

This just like the nights I look forward to not remembering
So much for being sober, I that you can forgive me
But momma, I'm to the edge as possible (why don't you jump you fucking pussy?)
I'm seeing it's a drop in my ocular, like they told me
That the 40's off, like you know that cliff
Don't need a therapist to tell him he could that shit (fucking faggot)
Or get compared to fucking with all the program kids
So maybe a pair of pale for the gonads lick (I'll show you)
Malt liquor me up, and all us not giving no fucks and
All of them sensitive chumps in awe when that pistol (pistol, I got one!)
Dirty one spitting that sumpy raw till his wrists in the
Bitch gotta (Oh, shut the up!)