Luyện nghe bài hát Brain Dead

[Verse 1:
I got check up on me, but I ain't got time
Bought the Fendi 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 that diesel, smoking on diesel
I was up, I was looking kind of evil
Juugin' off the meter, I bless them folks Peter
My grandma, she don't like me she think that I'm a diva

Larry]
I think they happy still being on same shit
Bois fuck around, and put you on the pavement
Money stacking up, I prolly need a
Kush bags they got me sleep like I was brain dead, brain dead, brain
Kush bags they got me sleep I was brain dead
[Verse 2:
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 some
Choppa' sound Chewbacca, no wookies, no wookies
I one to fucking worry, it's ten thousand just to book me
At your door, Randy Fed-Ex
Chickens wrapped up like burritos, like some fucking

[Chorus:

3: SenseiATL]
You a fucking phony, see through you like a window
If we catch you lacking bullets you dance like disco
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 can't fuck with stains, so I the stainless steel
Smoke up on that orange dope, then I peel
I got that gas a gas pump
Bitch we in the just like Daft Punk

Larry]