Luyện nghe bài hát Overdose

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

I ain't been here in a
Cut the lights off I fantastic right now baby...
Yeah... Look...
I I used to cut the porch lights on and now I cut the porches lights on just to let them know their foresights wrong
Where this rapper going with that obscure ice on he a lame I'm just tryna get my 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 one these niggas to say that I'm not the same
Pick a cause where you drivin is not a lane
And rest in to Pimp C life is not a game,
Taking over the world no just a lotta Brain
He to send them the shit that I'm on (Yeah)
You prolly could predicted I'm on (Yeah)
My sense of is a officially gone
Up into the air all the smoke the swisha is blown
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 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)
That's not the way it has to go jus what I prefer
And do not disagree me it's best you jus concur
I'm a legend with a legacy that can't help but
when I fuckin die they gonna bury me Alive...

And I'm so
I brought my from the hood to the beaches
I'm good gripping wood with all the features
my money straight no creases
P P P this
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

[Travis
Oh no Travie on life again... (Wow)
Feel I swallowed a whole bottle of Vicodin... (Dam)
So high I wanna cry like tiny
In my mode the pesmote enjoy the silence... (Shh)
Stop the violence, how when every blind is like the Watts riots pouring out my pen
Iight dam be I'm a get back
Gentleman with a superlative use of
And I done gave up the narcotics but I can't the crib without some xanax in my water... (Nope)
my name is Travie and I'm a life-aholic
Told'em all these 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 in candyman
Ask me how I'm livin bet I tell ya fine and man
Check his vital they peeping off the meter man
I'm a forever in Neverland with Peter Pan
Fuck the nine out
I'm a pull a Amy
Purple 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 brought my niggas from the hood to the
I'm living good wood with all the features
Jesus my money 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.)
on the floor we good

It's

O.D. O.D everybody me

[Mickey
Ha I'm bout to overdose on life somebody pass the weed
So if I comatose tonight you won't to ask for refer
If the things that I seen through my frames got me paid
Watch me mane I'm cocky slave with Rocky chain
I got I got my fames with this bud
And name of it is Fame and it's all up in my blood
Tyna the too fresh feeling I got... Oooo yes
I'm in it for the huge yes duplex living like I'm Heff
Every other night I need a blue net for sex
Leaving with a bruise neck then I whose next... (Next)
Stand'em in a line this is new fax city take crack between ya thighs... (Yeah)
(Mickey what you mean) I'm promethazine fuck the
Sniff the white horse of and then let him lean... (Let'em see)
Tryna my high on life... (Then let'em dream)
Gotta the spot on my flight
First 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 sippin Remy conceited of I'm every bum out
Hung out celebrities from every drug house
So when you remember me say that I was out... (Mickey what you mean)
I'm a addict for the green cash I'm a O.D. so going to rehab

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 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 floor we

O.D. O.D know me