Luyện nghe bài hát Friends

[Intro: Mac
1, 2, 3, pop, pop
1, 2, 3, pop, pop
1, 2, 3, pop, pop
(Mr. Davis)
1, 2, 3, pop, pop

Yea, Okay,
Okay,
Okay, okay, um

[Verse 1: Mac
Snowflakes falling on my expired debit cards
Don't know why I'm still awake, I gotta be up at 10
Missiles in my repertoire, I'd say I'm pretty
I leave my house, I don't know why I got an extra car
My pool-house studio is covered up with marks
And everyday is full of jokers like a deck of
So, I'm so lonely, horns on my dome-piece
But, I'm not the devil, I'm a motherfucking
Oh my God, at how upset you are
Cause we out here winning, my dogs from out the reservoir
And I'mma let 'em bark, you ready, my set will start
We forgot our roots before and trust me, things fell apart
Wash myself with acid, it's because I got a heart
My conscious so weak I to split it up in 7 parts
Revis me out to Cali for the first time
Went to Amare's party, took tequila with Kevin Hart
But Kevin don't remember
I saw him at the V-M-A's, told a joke - he laughed
The rap diablo, your mind my motto
And we all gonna be good if TreeJ ever hit the
So
So, shit you I'm world famous
And R. Kelly told me I'm the world's greatest
But still to in love is like an orgasm
Cause you never gonna if your girl fake it
I'm always faded, getting in the basement
I bought a cello, now all I do is play it
Thank God I made it
Ask Q where is
He'll probably tell you that he's midnights out in Vegas
When I'm in my spaceship, my face is so
a suit to cash a check, we're going to the banquet
And Jimmy got the burner, but he don't murder
And clockwork somewhere out in Sweden Danish like
(Husband, isn't this language?)
man must be a alien
I can't explain it, shit
It's just a little cocaine
But the lines is longer parades is
I think it's to give me all your praises
So I can get this money and all the homies raises
My life is on words, this is my affidavit
And if you wanna leave, we'll battle - send ass to David
I'm half man-half
Probably half God, but that fit my calculations
I know the Earth is about to explode
Kinda hope no one save it
We grow from anguish

[Hook: Q]
Yea, Mac
(Miller Mac)
Mac, Mac Miller
(Miller Mac)

[Verse 2: Mac
There's falling on my debit card
I'm not alive, I couldn't tell you if we ever are
In this of Thrones, it is known
I got the 4G, L-T-E boards
No Control, fuck Ken
I vote, I never registered
But I'm a magnet for them zeros call me Edward
I up feeling dead, I need a fresher start
So me and Q put people on the we don't remember
Smiled as I saw Jerm, out with Josh Berg
Talking in (?), and Arnold Palmer
Any room, watching C-Span with E. Dan
out the baseline, doing drums with his freehand
When I was in grade, I wished to be Puerto Rican
My mom took me to a barbershop to get some
I walked in, ready for them braids
But the said my hair was too short though, man
I always thought my moms was the illest for shit
Driving through the she didn't have a reaction
With a 6 year old she kept the unlocked
And by the 5-0 like fuck those cops
God damn, it just don't
I know my father probably wish I just smoke pot
My grandma probably slap me for the I got
I'm a crackhead but I bought her diamonds, we love

Schoolboy Q]

[Verse 3: Mac
Yea, I've had the same outfit for 6 days
And all these bitches will get in position because I got their pussies all dripping in pain
Somehow, I'm making music bitches to relate to
And I got the life-raft, gonna save you
at my reflection, I broke the mirror
It's for protection, shit keep getting weirder
Now I can't see a but, things never been clearer
Call the Mothman its Richard Gere (Its Richard Mother Gere!)
is our year
Let's get fucked up and get the fuck up outta
I've it with the aliens, a different stratosphere
And looking like
We in peace
I told Will and Bill they to kick the habit
We on the same trip, we got different baggage
spilled the grape juice on all of Dylan's dad's shit

[Hook: Q]