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 cheap pies, me Little Caesars
I bought her Tom Ford, and you forgot to feed her
Driving in that diesel, smoking on some
I was flexed up, I was looking of evil
Juugin' off the meter, I bless them like Peter
My grandma, she don't like me cause she think that I'm a

[Chorus:
I think they happy still being on same shit
Yung Bois fuck around, and put you on the
Money stacking up, I prolly need a
Kush they got me sleep like I was brain dead, brain dead, brain dead
Kush 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, Flag
American woman, that bitch took'n
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 thousand just to me
At your front door, Randy
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 bullets make you like disco
Had to keep it low, I can't do 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
Smoke up on that dope, then I fucking peel
I got that gas like a gas
Bitch we in the house just like Punk

Larry]