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 about it
And I'm not bragging, I wanna say something
I make a fuck, it's ridiculous
But wait, a minute, wait a minute
Hey, if my father was today, I would go home and say
"Dad, I wanna tell you how money I made"
You know what he'd say? You's a motherfucker
Jerome Lewis didn't make that much
Come in here, get your ass out the
Coming here with bullshit, hah

Niggas hating on me, I ain't to that
Know a couple people wanna 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 that
'Cause how they feel, I ain't got shit to do 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 since I have this way
About but now, but now
I'm controlling my mind, the are warm
The are cold, the lost is found, I'm found
Lord knows I need to fill this void
Lord I need something to fill this void
Lord I need something to fill this void
knows I need something 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
up, it's my phone real quick, it's my Unc'
Uncle Sam and
"What's up Unc'? Yup. Hey, I you that check was coming in,
I gotchu when it 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?
nigga? You crazy, boy, you crazy. Bitch,
you crazy as fuck. Bitch, bitch, you better half my dick!

Yeah, I pay taxes, so taxes, shit don't make sense
do my dollars go? You see lately, I ain't been convinced
I guess they say my supposed to build roads and schools
But my niggas barely graduate, they got the tools
Maybe 'cause the tax dollars I make sure I send
Get hirin' some teachers that don't look like them
And the curriculum be tricking them, them dollars I
Got us learning the heroes with the whitest of skin
One thing the men that's controlling the pen
That write history, they always seem to white-out 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 even have a say where it's goin'?
Some nigga told me to start votin'
I "Democracy is too fuckin' 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 than letting wack congressman I've seen
where my money go,
straight into the palms of Money-hungry company that make guns
that the country And then
up in my hood, making bloody clothes
Stray bullet hit a boy with a snotty nose
the concrete, he was prolly rose
Now his body and nobody knows what to tell his mother
He did at the white man schools unlike his brother
Who was in the streets all day, not using rubbers
So now, he got two on the way
Still sleep on covers in his house
She can't this shit no more, she want him out
On the of the funeral, just as she's walking out
Wiping tears away, her keys and sunglasses
She remember that she file her taxes, damn

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