Luyện nghe bài hát BRACKETS

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

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

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

Hell yeah boy, I'm a millionaire now
Hell yeah, nigga, they can't tell me shit now, bro, hell no, that
Bitch, got my first motherfuckin' million dollar check
I'm goddamn lit boy, you as hell
Hold up, it's my phone quick, it's my Unc'
Sam and shit
"What's up Yup. Hey, I told you that check was coming 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?
nigga? You crazy, boy, you crazy. Bitch,
you crazy as fuck. Bitch, bitch, you better half my dick!

Yeah, I pay taxes, so much taxes, don't make sense
do my dollars go? You see lately, I ain't been convinced
I guess say my dollars supposed to build roads and schools
But my barely graduate, they ain't got the tools
'cause the tax dollars that I make sure I send
Get spent hirin' some that don't look like them
And the be tricking them, them dollars I spend
Got us about the heroes with the whitest of skin
One about the men that's controlling the pen
That write history, they always seem to white-out they
Maybe we'll never see a black man in the House again
write a check to the IRS, my pockets get slim
Damn, do I have a say 'bout where it's goin'?
Some nigga told me to start votin'
I "Democracy is too fuckin' slow"
If I'm givin' y'all this hard-earned bread, I wanna
yet, let me decide, bitch, it's 2018
Let me pick the things I'm funding an app on my screen
Better that than letting wack congressman I've never
Dictate where my go,
straight the palms of some Money-hungry company that make guns
that circulate the And then
wind up in my hood, bloody clothes
Stray hit a young boy with a snotty nose
the concrete, he was prolly rose
Now his body froze and nobody what to tell his mother
He did good at the white man unlike his brother
Who was lost in the streets all day, not rubbers
So now, he got two on the way
Still sleep on covers in his mama
She can't take shit no more, she want him out
On the morning of the funeral, just as walking out
Wiping tears away, her keys and sunglasses
She remember she gotta file her taxes, damn

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