Luyện nghe bài hát Brain Dead

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

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

Larry]

[Verse 3:
You a fucking phony, see right you like a window
If we catch you lacking bullets you dance like disco
Had to keep it low, I do that shit no mo'
They tried to on me, and now they stunting for my folks
I can't fuck 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 like Daft Punk

Larry]