Luyện nghe bài hát Overdose

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

I been here in a minute
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 know 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 resemble kids in the O.C.
Oh me Oh my them girls me like Seth Cohen,
So get a grip get a pour the X. O. in
I did want one these 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 over the no pinky just a lotta Brain
He bout to send the shit that I'm on (Yeah)
You could have predicted 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 I'm grown I'm living in this elevator zone alone
I'm up so high I'm never coming down and you say you got them hoes but they coming round
I got pent house walls I high above your ass
And I can see it all, my is glass
And over (Bitches)
But moneys (Her)
Cause under (Nothin)
My life is a (Blur)
not the way it has to go it's jus what I prefer
And do not disagree with me best you jus concur
I'm a legend with a that can't help but survive
Even when I fuckin die gonna bury me Alive...

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

O.D. O.D know me

McCoy:]
Oh no Travie high on again... (Wow)
Feel like I a whole bottle of Vicodin... (Dam)
So high I cry like tiny violins
In my mode the pesmote enjoy the silence... (Shh)
Stop the violence, how when every 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 leave the crib without some in my water... (Nope)
my name is Travie and I'm a life-aholic
Told'em all these beats is like the to my Gromit... (Ha)
The to my Bruce wearing stripes on my candy cane
Worn without the other so for real without the brain
trooper like a gun tote in candyman
Ask me how I'm bet I tell ya fine and dandy man
Check his vital signs they off the meter man
I'm a forever in Neverland 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 when I get
Until then hold me down like gravity Travie... Uno... Easy

And I'm so
I my niggas from the hood to the beaches
I'm living gripping wood with all the features
Jesus my money no creases
P P this
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 we good

It's

O.D. O.D everybody me

[Mickey
Ha I'm bout to overdose on life please pass the weed
So if I comatose tonight you have to ask for refer
If the things that I seen through my Prada frames got me
Watch me mane I'm cocky slave with this chain
I got I got my cluttered with this bud
And this name of it is Fame and it's all up in my
Tyna suppress the too 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 blue net for sex
Leaving with a bruise neck I yell whose next... (Next)
in a line this is new fax city take this crack between ya thighs... (Yeah)
(Mickey you mean) I'm promethazine fuck the queen
Sniff the horse of success and then let him lean... (Let'em see)
Tryna match my on life... (Then let'em dream)
Gotta the spot on my flight
First class known of the of the smoker life
Got me like a stoner, a zoner but nah it's never over... (Mickey you mean)
I stick my tongue out sippin Remy conceited of I'm teasing bum out
Hung out with celebrities from 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 brought my niggas from the hood to the
I'm living good wood with all the features
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.)
on the floor we good

O.D. O.D everybody me