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 wanna say something
I make a so--- fuck, ridiculous
But wait, wait a minute, a minute
Hey, if my father was today, I would go home and say
"Dad, I wanna you how much money I made"
You know what he'd say? a lying motherfucker
Jerome Lewis didn't make that much
in here, get your ass out the house
Coming here that bullshit, hah

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

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

yeah boy, I'm a goddamn millionaire now
Hell yeah, nigga, they tell me shit now, bro, hell no, fuck that
Bitch, got my first motherfuckin' million dollar nigga
I'm lit boy, you crazy as hell
Hold up, my phone real quick, it's my Unc'
Uncle Sam and
"What's up Unc'? Yup. Hey, I told you that was coming in,
I when it came in. Goddamn, I'm a man of my word. Goddamn,
I told you I'ma have it, and goddamn, I'ma it for you. Hell,
shit, damn right. Now, how much was it though? Uh 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, shit don't sense
do my dollars go? You see lately, I ain't been convinced
I guess they say my dollars supposed to build and schools
But my niggas barely graduate, ain't got the tools
'cause the tax dollars that I make sure I send
Get spent hirin' some teachers that don't look them
And the curriculum be tricking them, dollars I spend
Got us about the heroes with the whitest of skin
One thing the men that's controlling the pen
That write history, they always to white-out they sins
Maybe never see a black man in the White House again
I'll a check to the IRS, my pockets get slim
Damn, do I have a say 'bout where it's goin'?
Some older nigga told me to votin'
I said "Democracy is too slow"
If I'm givin' y'all this hard-earned bread, I wanna
Better yet, let me decide, bitch, it's
Let me pick the things I'm funding from an app on my
Better that than letting wack congressman never seen
Dictate where my go,
straight into the palms of some company that make guns
circulate the country And then
wind up in my hood, bloody clothes
Stray hit a young boy with a snotty nose
From the concrete, he was rose
Now his body and nobody knows what to tell his mother
He did good at the white man schools unlike his
Who was lost in the all day, not using rubbers
So now, he got two on the way
Still sleep on covers in his house
She can't take this shit no more, she him out
On the morning of the funeral, just as walking out
Wiping tears away, grabbing her and sunglasses
She remember that she file her taxes, damn

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