Luyện nghe bài hát Brain Dead

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

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

Larry]

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

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