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, I can't do no lines
I got them cheap pies, call me 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 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

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

Larry]

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

[Chorus: