Luyện nghe bài hát BRACKETS

Lotta shit happens, like, in show business
A lot of happens, like, like, I make a lot of money, you know
And I'm happy about it
And I'm not bragging, I wanna say something
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 he'd say? You's a lying motherfucker
Jerome Lewis didn't that much money
in here, get your ass out the house
Coming here with bullshit, hah

hating on me, I ain't used to that
Know a couple people wanna for that
I say "No, no, no, chill, it ain't no for that"
Them niggas tryna blow they 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 paper
And trip off how much them crackers take from that

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

yeah boy, I'm a goddamn millionaire now
Hell yeah, nigga, they can't me shit now, bro, hell no, fuck that
Bitch, got my first motherfuckin' dollar check nigga
I'm lit boy, you crazy as hell
Hold up, it's my real quick, it's my Unc'
Sam and shit
"What's up Unc'? Yup. Hey, I told you that check was in,
I gotchu it came 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 much was it though? Uh huh. Huh?
Half You crazy, boy, you crazy. Bitch,
you crazy as fuck. Bitch, bitch, you better half my dick!

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

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