Luyện nghe bài hát BRACKETS

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

Niggas hating on me, I ain't used to
Know a couple people 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 crackers take from

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

Hell yeah boy, I'm a millionaire now
Hell yeah, nigga, they can't tell me now, bro, hell no, fuck that
Bitch, got my first motherfuckin' million check nigga
I'm lit boy, you crazy as hell
up, it's my phone real quick, it's my Unc'
Uncle Sam and
"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 have it, and goddamn, I'ma it for you. Hell,
shit, right. Now, how much was it though? Uh huh. Huh? Half?
nigga? You crazy, boy, you crazy. Bitch,
you crazy as fuck. Bitch, bitch, you better suck my dick!

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

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