Luyện nghe bài hát Head Right

I know one day Ima make it
to the ceiling that's my sentiment
Working hard has never led to
You get your head right.
(x2)

I reactions lost on common faces
Solid state to stay in, hotter when I my cadence
Born a to the odder segments, a lot to take in
They tie my laces to get me racing, zoom

I'm a forest fire on the nile, with a pair of
I walk on water hold my style, ya'll scared to jump in?
Pumping brakes is all ya'll desire, burning skunk and branding
Turning pay to manning, that Satan's asking

So I'll save the and just embrace the boom
Check the locker, the roof and set the offer
Waste the cause competition's gold to copper
I got the boppers,
pop the tops on bottles every I'm thought of

The competitions left me
I'll raise the and arrange the change on dotted lines
Sip the faded Gatorade to pass the
Save the weight until I peak the finds, the classics mine
I'm on the roster, take the shelving out to see the

I know one day Ima make it
Pile to the that's my sentiment
Working hard has led to innocence
You better get your right.
(x2)

2:

Love that taste of the raindrop on my tongue, everybody in the looking so fly
All up in the cut, wanna know why. Why I started this? Why I it?
Good amount of in that truck already, Everybody wants a piece of it
In an even split, but I'm hungry. I change to become me?

Who'd I chase and race downstairs to defeat my fears in the dungeon
how I'd get to the top again, with a simple pen to do all my huntin
Hit some while ya'll been buntin, take a minute to envision that
To my past and to save some gas for the pace too fast in my orgy

If I faced my past I'd be horny, save the best for last, the old me,
Don't rest that dash till the car crash in the back of the ass of the money.
Then collect cash and replace the stash with the note to relax on the 'gun seat
All my set with magic, so happy to be erratically lonely

Guess I'll tell that to the bar keep, to keep you from
ground hiding, always distracting the pilot.
Yes I am finer tune fining my writing. I'll have a shot the giants
The thought of judgment makes me want it so lets by defining

I know one day Ima it rich
Pile to the ceiling that's my
Working has never led to innocence
You better get head right.
(x4)