Luyện nghe bài hát BRACKETS

Lotta happens, like, being in show business
A lot of shit happens, like, like, I a lot of money, you know
And I'm really about it
And I'm not bragging, I wanna say something
I a so--- fuck, it's ridiculous
But wait, wait a minute, wait a
Hey, if my father was today, I would go home and say
"Dad, I wanna tell you how money I made"
You know what he'd say? You's a motherfucker
Jerome Lewis make that much money
in here, get your ass out the house
Coming with that bullshit, hah

Niggas on me, I ain't used to that
Know a couple wanna shoot for that
I say "No, no, no, chill, it no need for that"
Them niggas tryna they don't need me for that
And if it work for them, well shit, I'm cool with
'Cause how they feel, I got shit to do with that
I just sit back on cool and watch my stack
And trip off how much bread them take from that

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It's been a time since I have felt this way
something but now, but now
I'm my mind, the days are warm
The nights are cold, the lost is found, I'm
Lord knows I something to fill this void
Lord I need something to fill this void
Lord knows I need something to fill void
Lord knows I need something to fill void

Hell yeah boy, I'm a goddamn now
Hell yeah, nigga, can't tell me shit now, bro, hell no, fuck that
Bitch, got my motherfuckin' million dollar check nigga
I'm goddamn lit boy, you crazy as
Hold up, it's my phone quick, it's my Unc'
Sam and shit
"What's up Unc'? Yup. Hey, I told you that check was in,
I gotchu when it in. Goddamn, I'm a man of my word. Goddamn,
I told you I'ma it, and goddamn, I'ma have it for you. Hell,
shit, damn right. Now, how was it though? Uh huh. Huh? Half?
Half You crazy, boy, you crazy. Bitch,
you as fuck. Bitch, bitch, you better suck half my dick!

Yeah, I pay taxes, so taxes, shit don't make sense
Where do my dollars go? You see lately, I ain't convinced
I guess say my dollars supposed to build roads and schools
But my barely graduate, they ain't got the tools
Maybe 'cause the tax dollars I make sure I send
Get hirin' some teachers that don't look like them
And the curriculum be tricking them, them dollars I
Got us learning about the heroes with the whitest of
One about the men that's controlling the pen
That write history, they always seem to they sins
Maybe never see a black man in the White House again
write a check to the IRS, my pockets get slim
Damn, do I even have a say where it's goin'?
Some nigga told me to start votin'
I said "Democracy is too slow"
If I'm givin' y'all this hard-earned bread, I know
Better yet, let me decide, bitch, it's
Let me pick the I'm funding from an app on my screen
that than letting wack congressman I've never seen
Dictate my money go,
straight into the palms of some company that make guns
that circulate the country And
up in my hood, making bloody clothes
Stray bullet hit a young boy with a snotty
the concrete, he was prolly rose
Now his body and nobody knows what to tell his mother
He did good at the white man unlike his brother
Who was lost in the streets all day, not using
So now, he got two on the way
Still sleep on in his mama house
She can't this shit no more, she want him out
On the morning of the funeral, just as she's out
Wiping tears away, grabbing her keys and
She remember that she gotta her taxes, damn

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