Luyện nghe bài hát Overdose

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

I been here in a minute
Cut the off I feel fantastic right now baby...
Yeah... Look...
I said I used to cut the lights on and now I cut the porches lights on just to let them know their foresights wrong
Where this rapper going with obscure ice on he a lame I'm just tryna get my mature life on
O D.
O. D. Everybody know me, even fans resemble them kids in the O.C.
Oh me Oh my them girls me like Seth Cohen,
So get a get a glass pour the X. O. in
I did want one these niggas to say that I'm not the
Pick a road cause where you drivin is not a
And rest in peace to C life is not a game,
Taking over the no pinky just a lotta Brain
He to send them the shit that I'm on (Yeah)
You prolly could have 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 never round
I got pent walls I stay high above your ass
And I can see it all, my is glass
And over (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 disagree with me it's best you jus
I'm a legend with a legacy that can't help but
Even when I fuckin die gonna bury me Alive...

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

O.D. O.D know me

[Travis
Oh no Travie high on again... (Wow)
Feel like I swallowed a whole of Vicodin... (Dam)
So high I cry like tiny violins
In my best the pesmote enjoy the silence... (Shh)
Stop the violence, how when every blind is like the Watts riots pouring out my pen
dam be easy 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 and I'm a life-aholic
Told'em all these beats is like the to my Gromit... (Ha)
The alpha to my Bruce wearing stripes on my candy
without the other so for real without the candy brain
Super like a gun tote in candyman
Ask me how I'm livin bet I tell ya and dandy man
Check his vital signs they peeping off the man
I'm a live forever in 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 I get there
Until then me down like gravity it's Travie... Uno... Easy

And I'm so
I brought my niggas from the to the beaches
I'm living good wood with all the features
Jesus my money no creases
P P Peep
We got bottles here
is in the air... we good (O. D. O.D.)
Bithces over there... we (O. D. O. D.)
on the floor we good

It's

O.D. O.D everybody me

[Mickey
Ha I'm bout to on life somebody please pass the weed
So if I tonight you won't have to ask for refer
If the that I seen through my Prada frames got me paid
Watch me mane I'm cocky with this Rocky chain
I got I got my fames cluttered this bud
And name of it is Fame and it's all up in my blood
Tyna suppress the too feeling I got... Oooo yes
I'm in it for the huge yes duplex living I'm Hugh Heff
Every other night I need a net for group sex
Leaving with a bruise neck then I whose next... (Next)
in a line this is new fax city take this crack between ya thighs... (Yeah)
(Mickey what you mean) I'm promethazine the queen
the white horse of success and then let him lean... (Let'em see)
Tryna my high on life... (Then let'em dream)
Gotta catch the on my flight
class known of the aroma of the smoker life
Got me like a stoner, a zoner but nah never over... (Mickey what you mean)
I stick my tongue out Remy conceited of I'm teasing every bum out
Hung out with from every drug house
So when you remember me say that I was strung out... (Mickey you mean)
I'm a for the green cash I'm a O.D. so flip going to rehab

And I'm so
I my niggas from the hood to the beaches
I'm living good gripping with all the features
Jesus my straight no creases
P P Peep
We got bottles over
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