Luyện nghe bài hát H.G.T.V.

Half a year later, still ain't an album greater
The want me out of the office, back on the pavement
Jokers at the top know the king is nothin' to play
9 to 5 is just as sweet as the grave shift
El presidenté, Blowbama, by ya
Chopper to me in every picture, Osama
Oh mama, question my starting line up
You only find a diamond from diggin' like miners
listen to 'em, Desiigner
The same rappers next year will be Uber drivers (Fuck 'em)
Chanel dad hats, but you don't that they got 'em
Trap door shopper, they the wall
So you will never see me as you rotate the
330 spin, cook a steak up on this
Me myself and I, we like a in the wheel
Rolls emblem, Black
Pull in a I don't blend in
Album of the year contender year
The kitchen's full of work, it's blenders
Blended bitches everywhere do the most
never seen with him so they fuck his ghost
Invisible man, with the invisible hands
MJ, remember the time counted in sand hourglass
But come with purse and heels
And the DIY Gucci with the crest and
It's too far gone the realest ain't real
I walk amongst the clouds so your ceilings ain't
These niggas Call of Duty their killings ain't real
With a pen so the feelin' ain't real
Rap's Grisham
I can paint the picture with the words if you (shh)
The been lowered, the well's run dry
They beefin' melodies, but no, not I (yugh)
See I'm so top 5
If they in the truth I just might blow by