Luyện nghe bài hát BRACKETS

Lotta shit happens, like, in show business
A lot of shit happens, like, like, I make a lot of money, you
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 was alive today, I would go home and say
"Dad, I wanna tell you how money I made"
You know what he'd say? a lying motherfucker
Lewis didn't make that much money
Come in here, get ass out the house
here with that bullshit, hah

Niggas hating on me, I ain't used to
Know a people wanna 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, shit, I'm cool with that
'Cause how they feel, I ain't got shit to do that
I just sit back on cool and watch my stack
And trip off how much them 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 to fill this void
Lord I need something to fill this void
knows I need something to fill this void
Lord knows I need to fill this void

Hell yeah boy, I'm a goddamn 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 goddamn lit boy, you as hell
Hold up, it's my phone quick, it's my Unc'
Sam and shit
"What's up Unc'? Yup. Hey, I told you that check was in,
I gotchu when it 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 Uh huh. 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, don't make sense
Where do my dollars go? You see lately, I ain't been
I they say my dollars supposed to build roads and schools
But my niggas barely graduate, they got the tools
Maybe 'cause the tax dollars that I sure I send
Get spent hirin' some teachers don't look like them
And the curriculum be them, them dollars I spend
Got us learning about the 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 see a black man in the White House again
I'll a check to the IRS, my pockets get slim
Damn, do I even have a say 'bout where it's
Some older nigga told me to votin'
I "Democracy is too fuckin' slow"
If I'm y'all this hard-earned bread, I wanna know
Better yet, let me decide, bitch, it's
Let me pick the things I'm funding an app on my screen
Better that than letting wack I've never seen
where my money go,
straight the palms of some Money-hungry company that make guns
that the country And then
wind up in my hood, bloody clothes
Stray bullet hit a young boy with a nose
From the concrete, he was prolly
Now his body froze and nobody knows what to tell his
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
Still sleep on in his mama house
She can't take this shit no more, she him out
On the morning of the funeral, as she's walking out
Wiping tears away, her keys and sunglasses
She that she gotta file her taxes, damn

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