Luyện nghe bài hát Overdose

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

I been here in a minute
Cut the lights off I fantastic right now baby...
Yeah... Look...
I said I used to cut the porch lights on and now I cut the lights on just to let them know their foresights wrong
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, even fans that resemble them in the O.C.
Oh me Oh my them girls love me like Cohen,
So get a grip get a pour the X. O. in
I did want one niggas to say that I'm not the same
Pick a road where you drivin is not a lane
And rest in peace to C life is not a game,
Taking the world no pinky just a lotta Brain
He bout to send them the that I'm on (Yeah)
You prolly have predicted I'm on (Yeah)
My sense of is a officially gone
Up the air all the smoke from the swisha is blown
Ahh... I'm grown I'm grown I'm living in this elevator zone
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 above your ass
And I can see it all, my balcony is
And wifey's (Bitches)
But over (Her)
money's under (Nothin)
My life is a (Blur)
That's not the way it has to go it's jus I prefer
And do not with me it's best you jus concur
I'm a legend with a that can't help but survive
Even when I fuckin die they bury 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 straight no creases
P P P this
We got bottles here
is in the air... we good (O. D. O.D.)
Bithces over there... we (O. D. O. D.)
Money on the we good

O.D. O.D everybody me

[Travis
Oh no Travie high on again... (Wow)
Feel like I swallowed a bottle of Vicodin... (Dam)
So high I wanna cry like violins
In my best mode the pesmote the silence... (Shh)
Stop the violence, how every 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 up the narcotics but I can't leave the crib without some xanax in my water... (Nope)
Hello my name is Travie and I'm a
all these beats is like the Wallis to my Gromit... (Ha)
The alpha to my Bruce wearing stripes on my cane
Worn without the other so for real the candy brain
Super like a gun tote in candyman
Ask me how I'm bet I tell ya fine and dandy man
Check his vital they peeping off the meter man
I'm a live forever in with Peter Pan
Fuck the nine out
I'm a pull a Amy
Sipping Purple Rain with Mary girls in my house... (My House)
I'm a see ya when I get there
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 living good gripping with all the features
Jesus my money straight no
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

It's

O.D. O.D know me

[Mickey
Ha I'm bout to overdose on life somebody please the weed
So if I comatose tonight you have to ask for refer
If the things that I seen through my Prada got me paid
Watch me mane I'm cocky slave this Rocky chain
I got I got my cluttered with this bud
And this name of it is Fame and all up in my blood
Tyna suppress the too feeling I got... Oooo yes
I'm in it for the yes duplex living like I'm Hugh Heff
other night I need a blue net for group sex
Leaving a bruise neck then I yell whose next... (Next)
Stand'em in a line is new fax city take this crack between ya thighs... (Yeah)
(Mickey what you mean) I'm promethazine the queen
Sniff the horse of success and then let him lean... (Let'em see)
Tryna my high on life... (Then let'em dream)
Gotta catch the spot on my
First class known of the aroma of the life
Got me like a stoner, a zoner but nah it's over... (Mickey what you mean)
I stick my tongue out sippin conceited of I'm teasing every bum out
Hung out with from every drug house
So you remember me say that 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 the hood to the beaches
I'm living good gripping wood with all the
Jesus my money straight no
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.)
Money on the we good

O.D. O.D everybody me