Luyện nghe bài hát Overdose

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

I ain't been here in a
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 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 me, even fans that 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 niggas to say that I'm not the same
Pick a road cause where you drivin is not a
And rest in peace to C life is not a game,
Taking the world no pinky just a lotta Brain
He bout to send the shit that I'm on (Yeah)
You prolly could have I'm on (Yeah)
My sense of judgment is a gone
Up into the air all the smoke from the swisha is
Ahh... I'm grown I'm grown I'm living in this zone alone
I'm up so I'm never coming down and you say you got them hoes but they never coming round
I got pent house I stay high above your ass
And I can see it all, my balcony is
And over (Bitches)
But moneys (Her)
Cause money's (Nothin)
My is such 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 can't help but survive
Even when I fuckin die they bury me Alive...

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

O.D. O.D everybody me

[Travis
Oh no Travie on life again... (Wow)
like I swallowed a whole bottle of Vicodin... (Dam)
So high I wanna cry tiny violins
In my best mode the pesmote the silence... (Shh)
Stop the violence, how when every blind is like the motherfuckin 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 some xanax in my water... (Nope)
my name is Travie and I'm a life-aholic
Told'em all beats is like the Wallis to my Gromit... (Ha)
The alpha to my Bruce wearing stripes on my candy
Worn the other so for real without the candy brain
Super trooper like a gun tote in
Ask me how I'm livin bet I tell ya fine and man
Check his signs they peeping off the meter man
I'm a live forever in Neverland Peter Pan
Fuck the nine out
I'm a pull a Amy
Sipping Purple Rain with Jane girls in my house... (My House)
I'm a see ya when I get there
Until then hold me like gravity it's Travie... Uno... Easy

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

[Mickey
Ha I'm bout to overdose on life somebody please the weed
So if I comatose you won't have to ask for refer
If the things that I through my Prada frames got me paid
Watch me mane I'm slave with this Rocky chain
I got I got my fames cluttered with bud
And this 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 like I'm Hugh Heff
Every other I need a blue net for group sex
Leaving with a bruise neck I yell whose next... (Next)
Stand'em in a line this is new fax city take this between ya thighs... (Yeah)
(Mickey what you mean) I'm promethazine fuck the
Sniff the white horse of success and let him lean... (Let'em see)
Tryna my high on life... (Then let'em dream)
catch the spot on my flight
First class known of the aroma of the smoker
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 celebrities every drug house
So you remember me say that I was strung out... (Mickey what you mean)
I'm a addict for the green cash I'm a O.D. so flip going to

And I'm so
I brought my niggas 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.)
on the floor we good

O.D. O.D everybody me