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

Niggas hating on me, I used to that
a couple people wanna shoot for that
I say "No, no, no, chill, it no need for that"
Them niggas tryna blow they need me for that
And if it for them, well shit, I'm cool with that
'Cause how 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 crackers take from that

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It's been a long time 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 something to fill this
Lord I need something to fill this void
Lord knows I need 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 goddamn lit boy, you crazy as
Hold up, it's my phone real quick, it's my
Sam and shit
"What's up Unc'? Yup. Hey, I told you check was coming in,
I when it came in. Goddamn, I'm a man of my word. Goddamn,
I told you have it, and goddamn, I'ma have it for you. Hell,
shit, right. Now, how much was it though? Uh huh. Huh? Half?
Half 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 don't make
Where do my dollars go? You see lately, I been convinced
I guess they say my dollars supposed to build and schools
But my niggas barely graduate, they ain't got the
'cause the tax dollars that I make sure I send
Get spent hirin' some teachers that don't look like
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, always seem to white-out they sins
Maybe we'll never see a black man in the White again
I'll write a to the IRS, my pockets get slim
Damn, do I even have a say 'bout where it's
Some older nigga told me to start
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 the things I'm funding from an app on my screen
Better that than letting wack congressman I've seen
Dictate my money go,
straight into the palms of some Money-hungry company make guns
that the country And then
wind up in my hood, making clothes
bullet hit a young boy with a snotty nose
From the concrete, he was rose
Now his body froze and nobody knows what to 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 take this shit no more, she want him out
On the morning of the funeral, as she's walking out
Wiping away, grabbing her keys and sunglasses
She remember that she gotta file her taxes,

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