Luyện nghe bài hát Brain Dead

[Verse 1:
I got check up on me, but I ain't got time
Bought the whole Fendi store, cause I do no lines
I got cheap pies, call me Little Caesars
I just bought her Tom Ford, and you forgot to her
Driving in that diesel, smoking on diesel
I was up, I was looking kind of evil
Juugin' off the meter, I bless folks like Peter
My grandma, she don't like me she think that I'm a diva

[Chorus:
I think they happy being on that same shit
Yung fuck around, and put you on the pavement
Money up, I prolly need a basement
Kush bags they got me sleep like I was dead, brain dead, brain dead
Kush bags they got me sleep like I was dead
[Verse 2:
Skrt off in the Jag, on my tag
I got stripes, stripes, stripes, stripes, Flag
American woman, that bitch took'n
Run it up Vince Young, yeah fuck boys is some rookies
sound like Chewbacca, no wookies, no wookies
I ain't one to fucking worry, ten thousand just to book me
At your front door, Fed-Ex
Chickens wrapped up like burritos, some fucking Tex-Mex

Larry]

[Verse 3:
You a fucking phony, see right you like a window
If we catch you lacking bullets make you dance like
Had to keep it low, I do that shit no mo'
tried to stunt on me, and now they stunting for my folks
I can't fuck with stains, so I hold the steel
Smoke up on that orange dope, I fucking peel
I got gas like a gas pump
Bitch we in the house like Daft Punk

Larry]