Luyện nghe bài hát Brain Dead

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

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

[Chorus:

[Verse 3:
You a fucking phony, see right through you like a
If we catch you lacking bullets you dance like disco
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
up on that orange dope, then I fucking peel
I got that gas like a gas
Bitch we in the house like Daft Punk

Larry]