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 just wanna say
I a so--- fuck, it's ridiculous
But wait, wait a minute, wait a
Hey, if my father was alive today, I would go and say
"Dad, I wanna tell you how money I made"
You know what he'd say? You's a motherfucker
Jerome didn't make that much money
in here, get your ass out the house
Coming with that 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, shit, I'm cool with that
how they feel, I ain't got shit to do with that
I just sit back on cool and my paper stack
And trip off how bread them crackers take from that

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

yeah boy, I'm a goddamn millionaire now
Hell yeah, nigga, they can't tell me now, bro, hell no, fuck that
Bitch, got my motherfuckin' million 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 you that 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, 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 better suck my dick!

Yeah, I pay taxes, so much taxes, shit don't sense
Where do my dollars go? You see lately, I ain't been
I guess they say my dollars supposed to 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 that look like them
And the curriculum be tricking them, them I spend
Got us learning about the with the whitest of skin
One thing the men that's controlling the pen
That write history, they always seem to white-out they
Maybe never see a black man in the White House again
I'll write a check to the IRS, my get slim
Damn, do I even have a say 'bout where goin'?
older nigga told me to start votin'
I "Democracy is too fuckin' slow"
If I'm givin' this hard-earned bread, I wanna know
Better yet, let me decide, bitch, it's
Let me the things I'm funding from an app on my screen
Better that letting wack congressman I've never seen
where my money go,
straight into the palms of some Money-hungry that make guns
that circulate the And then
wind up in my hood, making clothes
Stray bullet hit a young boy with a nose
the concrete, he was prolly rose
Now his body froze and nobody what to tell his mother
He did good at the white man schools unlike his
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 no more, she want him out
On the morning of the funeral, just as walking out
Wiping tears away, grabbing her and sunglasses
She that she gotta file her taxes, damn

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