Otros Ejercicios
Super Rich Kids 
Easy
de Frank Ocean & Earl Sweatshirt
Completa los huecos, después pulsa el botón Score para chequear tus respuestas
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The come too much
Parents ain't enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super kids with nothing but friends
my day up on the roof
There's nothing type of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A one, a million two
A more will never do
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
rich kids with nothing but loose ends
rich with but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
your eyes to what you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, bratty ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
with Raggy Anns and done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all aqueducts
Don’t believe us
Treat us like we can't erupt
We end our day up on the roof
I say I'll jump, I never do
But when I'm drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings on suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down like sixty stories
And don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my eyes and the crash
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The come too much
Parents ain't enough
Too joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white and
White lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super kids with nothing but friends
my day up on the roof
There's nothing type of view
Point the clicker at the tube
I expensive news
New car, new girl
New ice, new glass
New watch, good times, babe
It's good times (yeah)
She washed my back three times a day
This shower head feels so amazing
We'll both be high
The help don't stare
They just walk by
They must don't care
A one, a million two
A more will never do
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come too much
Parents ain't enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and
lines
rich kids with nothing but loose ends
rich with but fake friends
Real love
I'm searching for a real love
A real love
I'm searching for a real love
Oh, real love
your eyes to what you can't imagine
We are the xany-gnashing caddy-smashing, bratty ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag
And the shit for batting practice
Adam and Annie thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams
With half the hand of cash you handed
Panic and patch me up
Pappy done latch-keyed us
with Raggy Anns and done had enough
Brash as ****
Breaching all aqueducts
Don’t believe us
Treat us like we can't erupt
We end our day up on the roof
I say I'll jump, I never do
But when I'm drunk I act a fool (talking about)
Do they sew wings on suits
I’m on that ledge
She grabs my arm
She slaps my head
It's good times, yeah
Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall
The market's down like sixty stories
And don’t end the way they should
My silver spoon
Has fed me good
A million one, a million cash
Close my eyes and the crash
Click en la palabra para obtener su definición.
( Traducción Automática )
Con tecnología de Microsoft® Translator
