Luyện nghe bài hát Head Right

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

I watch lost on common faces
Solid to stay in, hotter when I switch my cadence
a father 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 of jumpmen
When I walk on water hold my style, scared to jump in?
Pumping brakes is all that desire, burning skunk and branding
Turning pay to manning, heard that Satan's

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

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

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

2:

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

Who'd I and then race downstairs to defeat my fears in the dungeon
Wonderin how I'd get to the top again, with a pen to do all my huntin
Hit some homers while ya'll 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 for last, that's the old me,
Don't rest that dash till the car crash in the back of the ass of the money.
Then collect that cash and the stash with the note to relax on the 'gun seat
All my tactics set with magic, so to be erratically lonely

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

I one day Ima make it rich
Pile to the ceiling my sentiment
Working has never led to innocence
You get your head right.
(x4)