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