Luyện nghe bài hát H.G.T.V.

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