Luyện nghe bài hát Dessert 4 Thought

P:]
Dark forces, get on the
Cause you 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 Night
Two blunts, Zeitgeist, remind me it's Christ
Now niggas look like women
Tight pants, costume
I guess their CEO might 'em
God bless Pac, but they ain't got thug feelings
God bless Big, but don't know the every day struggle
I keep it thorough, I'm bubbling, you bubble gum
Chew you up, you out, nigga, cause I'm troublesome
And if they lyrical then the fuck am I?
The maker of miracles, couple 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 shit, flip like a spatula
to the game, and you just a bachelor
SP and the in this bitch
And I want it quiet as a in this bitch
Burn you in your car and house is the shit
Don't say you hard if I ain't bout for the shit

T:]
It's like a never ending story, I'm for my glory
The engines too loud, these can't ignore me
like a legend, anyone that came before me
Drug dealer, posing all this fuckin' jewelry
Came from the house, back room, black out
Smoke hit they lungs, 'em UFC tap out
No plan B, it was nothin' to map out
So we stones while we living in this glass house
It's been a so they ask where the fire went
My kitchen clean, but I got the Pilot lit
a fortune outta fumes, my Mcguiver shit
Reality TV, before Survivor
Yuuuck, put our on display
Who's bout tomorrow 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 had a encore, it be like a onslaught
A lot of niggas died, it's too to mourn for
I'm thinkin bout my youth, us as little
Am I wrong for having thoughts Bishop Eddie long for?
I got decade old wounds that are still
That of my life is closed, yet y'all still read it
face on, pretending to feel decent
Casket shopping for a one that is still breathing
Swear that got in the way of Summer
Avoiding calendars, since all days were numbered
Laid out in the bed, can sit up
Those your last breaths, I was mistaking for hiccups
Y'all don't get the picture, when your medicine is
I'm talkin ringing, being too afraid to pick up
I know you in a better place and joy is felt
I learned when death calls it leave a voice mail
You be proud, I'm due to be caked up
Wanna your dreams come true? Gotta wake up
Groupie niggas I don't see how you with it
Broke and starving, but clinging to your Ticket
Broke hustlers that trash
and forth to they vacant stash
Still in all I know a few that'll make cash
Quick flip, even Rex Ryan ain't lose the that fast
Y'all treat me like royalty
Last of a breed that puts money and power behind loyalty
Careful, that shit'll rub off
Me, I'd rather die my balls than have to live with 'em cut off
Long winded, be enough to hear 'em
I'll give you the jewels if you brave enough to 'em
But know before you it up
Food for thoughts only as important as follow it up