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 happy it
And I'm not bragging, I wanna say something
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 wanna tell you how much I made"
You know what he'd say? a lying motherfucker
Jerome Lewis didn't make that much
Come in here, get your ass out the
Coming here with bullshit, hah

Niggas on me, I ain't used to that
a couple people wanna shoot for that
I say "No, no, no, chill, it ain't no 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 back on cool and watch my paper
And trip off how much them crackers take from that

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It's been a long 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 I need something to fill this void
knows I need something to fill this void
Lord knows I need something to fill void
Lord knows I need something to fill this

yeah boy, I'm a goddamn millionaire now
Hell yeah, nigga, they can't tell me shit now, bro, hell no, that
Bitch, got my first motherfuckin' dollar check nigga
I'm lit boy, you crazy as hell
Hold up, it's my phone real quick, it's my
Uncle Sam and
"What's up Unc'? Yup. Hey, I told you that was coming in,
I gotchu it came in. Goddamn, I'm a man of my word. Goddamn,
I told you I'ma have it, and goddamn, have 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 suck half my dick!

Yeah, I pay taxes, so much taxes, don't make sense
Where do my dollars go? You see lately, I ain't been
I guess they say my supposed to build roads 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 look like them
And the curriculum be tricking them, them dollars I
Got us learning about the heroes with the of skin
One thing about the men controlling the pen
That write history, they always seem to white-out sins
we'll 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 told me to start votin'
I said "Democracy is too slow"
If I'm givin' y'all this bread, I wanna know
Better yet, let me decide, bitch, it's
Let me pick the I'm funding from an app on my screen
Better that letting wack congressman I've never seen
Dictate where my go,
straight into the palms of some Money-hungry that make guns
that the country And then
wind up in my hood, bloody clothes
Stray bullet hit a boy with a snotty nose
the concrete, he was prolly rose
Now his froze and nobody knows what to tell his mother
He did good at the man schools unlike his brother
Who was lost in the streets all day, not using
So now, he got two on the way
Still sleep on in his mama house
She can't take shit no more, she want him out
On the morning of the funeral, just as she's out
Wiping tears away, grabbing her and sunglasses
She that she gotta file her taxes, damn

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