Luyện nghe bài hát The Joy

Add a little sugar, suckle lamb
Great expression of
Boy, you could not miss with a roses
Such would you
The joy of children around you
These are the of you

I do it for the and the street authors
That are not A&R's in the cheap
Rappers that never got signed but they offers
Girls that's way too fine for us to off us
Gave her a handshake only for my man's
She in her suit cause of the damn cake
Now there's crumbs all over the damn
And she want me to cum all over her face
I never understood parenthood
Cause I never met nobody plan to be a parent in the
Taking refills of that plan B
Another shorty that won't make it to the family
If I don't it, can't take it, hope the family will
ain't crazy they don't know how insanity feel
Don C just had a shorty so not that bad
But I still hear the ghosts of the I never had

Add a little sugar, honey lamb
Great expression of
Boy, you could not miss with a roses
Such astound you
The joy of children around you
are the makings of you

No Electro, no metro, a retro, I perfecto
You know the demo, ya boy act
You ain't get the memo, Yeezy's in style
Now when Rome go Gidget the other got
What's more tripped out though is they
Nah, you listen, they black, they sisters
They momma, them after white bitches
No next you see me on your fallopian
Though the Jewerly's Egyptian, know the hunger's
Stupid questions "Is he gon' be dope again?"
Have you seen him? Has anybody to him?
This beat deserves Hennessy, a bad bitch and a bag of weed, the Holy
In the mirror where I see my only
Your life's cursed, well an obscenity

Add a little sugar, suckle lamb
Great of happiness
Boy, you not miss with a dozen roses
Such astound you
The joy of children around you
are the makings of you

This is my shit
I used to hear this through the in the hood
I was back in my pajama shit
Afro's and marijuana sticks, seeds and the hat
Will be popping the sample that I'm rhyming with
Rock, let the needle drop
I seen so much as a kid they surprised I needle pop
Taking sips of pop, six of millanips
Pink champel, L
Bally's on my feet me balance out well
That and the shit I to balance on the scale
I got it honest the parties from my momma's
Virgin Mary's try to judge her, I'm "where the Madonna's now?"
Give all glory to Gloria, they "you raised that boy too fast,
But you was a warrior"
We victorious, they'll never take the joy us

Keep you hands up, get up
let them take your fire
Keep you hands up, get up
Don't let them your fire
Keep you hands up, get up
Don't let them take fire
Keep you up, get mine up

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It's Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay
It's Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay
It's Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay