Luyện nghe bài hát Dessert 4 Thought

P:]
Dark forces, get on the
Cause you might see an iced out cross on the
Illuminati and Masons, what are we
See you at the crossroad, Vacation
Shit is Fright Night, get you a Night Light
Two blunts, Zeitgeist, remind me it's like
Now niggas wanna look like
Tight pants, jewels
I guess their CEO might 'em
God bless Pac, but they ain't got thug feelings
God bless Big, but they don't the every day struggle
I keep it thorough, everywhere I'm bubbling, you gum
Chew you up, spit you out, nigga, I'm troublesome
And if lyrical then what the fuck am I?
The maker of miracles, couple of lines
Parallel lines in my in my mind
Make the jewels every time of the rhyme
Use respect, and I'm
Audio fucking up cardiovascular
spit shit, flip like a spatula
Married to the game, and you a bachelor
SP and the Mouse in this
And I want it quiet as a in this bitch
Burn you in your car and your house is the
Don't ever say you hard if I bout for the shit

T:]
It's like a never story, I'm here for my glory
The engines too loud, these can't ignore me
Feeling a legend, anyone that came before me
Drug dealer, posing all this mother fuckin'
Came from the crack house, back room, out
Smoke hit they lungs, 'em UFC tap out
No B, it was nothin' else to map out
So we throw stones we living in this glass house
It's been a minute so they ask where the fire
My kitchen clean, but I still got the lit
a fortune outta fumes, my Mcguiver shit
Reality TV, before Survivor
Yuuuck, put our lives on
Who's thinkin bout we ain't promised today
This rap game fickle, we ain't promised to
The of the greats, pay homage to me

Budden:]
If my past had a encore, it be like a
A lot of niggas died, too many to mourn for
I'm thinkin bout my youth, us as kids
Am I for having thoughts Bishop Eddie would long for?
I got decade old wounds are still bleeding
chapter of my life is closed, yet y'all still read it
Straight face on, pretending to feel
Casket shopping for a one that is still breathing
Swear that shit got in the way of
calendars, since all your days were numbered
Laid out in the bed, can sit up
Those were your breaths, I was mistaking for hiccups
Y'all don't get the picture, when your medicine is
I'm talkin phone ringing, being too afraid to up
I you in a better place and that joy is felt
I learned death calls it won't leave a voice mail
You would be proud, I'm due to be up
Wanna make your dreams come true? wake up
niggas I don't see how you deal with it
Broke and starving, but clinging to your Ticket
Broke hustlers debate trash
Back and to they vacant stash
in all I know a few that'll make that cash
Quick flip, even Rex Ryan ain't lose the weight fast
Y'all should treat me like
Last of a dying that puts money and power behind loyalty
Careful, that bitch rub off
Me, I'd rather die with my balls have to live with 'em cut off
Long winded, be patient enough to 'em
I'll give you the jewels if you enough to wear 'em
But before you swallow it up
for thoughts only as important as what'll follow it up