Luyện nghe bài hát Dessert 4 Thought

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

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

Budden:]
If my past had a encore, it be like a
A lot of niggas died, it's too to mourn for
I'm thinkin my youth, us as little kids
Am I wrong for having thoughts Bishop Eddie would long
I got decade old wounds that are bleeding
That chapter of my is closed, yet y'all still read it
Straight face on, pretending to feel
shopping for a loved one that is still breathing
Swear that shit got in the way of
Avoiding calendars, since all your were numbered
Laid out in the bed, can sit up
Those were your last breaths, I was for hiccups
Y'all get the picture, when your medicine is liquor
I'm phone ringing, being too afraid to pick up
I you in a better place and that joy is felt
I learned when death it won't leave a voice mail
You be proud, I'm due to be caked up
Wanna make your dreams come true? Gotta up
niggas I don't see how you deal with it
Broke and starving, but to your Meal Ticket
Broke hustlers that trash
Back and forth to they stash
Still in all I a few that'll make that cash
Quick flip, Rex Ryan ain't lose the weight that fast
Y'all treat me like royalty
Last of a dying breed that puts money and power 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
give you the jewels if you brave enough to wear 'em
But know you swallow it up
Food for thoughts only as important as what'll it up