Luyện nghe bài hát Dessert 4 Thought

P:]
Dark forces, get on the
you might see an iced 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 Christ like
Now niggas wanna like women
Tight pants, costume
I guess their CEO might 'em
God bless Pac, but they got thug like feelings
God bless Big, but they know the every day struggle
I keep it thorough, I'm bubbling, you bubble gum
Chew you up, spit you out, nigga, I'm troublesome
And if they then what the fuck am I?
The maker of miracles, every couple of
Parallel lines in my in my mind
the jewels unfold every time of the rhyme
Use respect, and I'm
fucking up your cardiovascular
Lyrically 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 mouse in this
you in your car and your house is the shit
Don't ever say you hard if I ain't for the shit

T:]
It's like a never ending story, I'm here for my
The engines too loud, these haters ignore me
Feeling like a legend, anyone that before me
Drug dealer, posing all this mother jewelry
Came from the crack house, back room, out
hit they lungs, make 'em UFC tap out
No B, it was nothin' else to map out
So we stones while we living in this glass house
It's a minute so they ask where the fire went
My clean, but I still got the Pilot lit
Made a fortune outta fumes, my Mcguiver
Reality TV, Survivor bitch
Yuuuck, put our on display
Who's thinkin tomorrow we ain't promised today
This rap game fickle, we promised to play
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 my youth, us as little kids
Am I for having thoughts Bishop Eddie would long for?
I got decade old that are still bleeding
That chapter of my is closed, yet y'all still read it
Straight face on, pretending to decent
Casket shopping for a loved one that is still
Swear shit got in the way of Summer
Avoiding calendars, since all your days were
Laid out in the bed, can sit up
Those were last breaths, I was mistaking for hiccups
Y'all get the picture, when your medicine is liquor
I'm phone ringing, being too afraid to pick up
I know you in a better place and that joy is
I learned when calls 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
Groupie niggas I don't see how you with it
and starving, but clinging to your Meal Ticket
Broke hustlers debate trash
Back and to they vacant stash
Still in all I know a few that'll make cash
Quick flip, even Rex Ryan ain't lose the weight that
should treat me like royalty
Last of a dying breed that puts and power behind loyalty
Careful, that bitch rub off
Me, I'd rather die with my balls than have to with 'em cut off
winded, be patient enough to hear 'em
I'll give you the jewels if you brave enough to 'em
But know you swallow it up
Food for thoughts only as important as follow it up