Luyện nghe bài hát Brain Dead

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

Larry]
I think they still being on that same shit
Yung Bois fuck around, and put you on the
Money up, I prolly need a basement
Kush bags they got me sleep like I was brain dead, brain dead, brain
Kush they got me sleep like I was brain dead
[Verse 2:
off in the Jag, paper 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' sound like Chewbacca, no wookies, no
I ain't one to fucking worry, it's ten thousand just to me
At your front door, Randy
Chickens up like burritos, like some fucking Tex-Mex

[Chorus:

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

Larry]