Luyện nghe bài hát Head Right

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

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

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

So I'll save the track and just the boom
Check the locker, raise the and set the offer
Waste the dude cause gold to copper
I got the boppers,
pop the tops on every time I'm thought of

The competitions me proper
I'll raise the product and arrange the on dotted lines
Sip the faded Gatorade to the time
Save the weight until I peak the random finds, the classics
I'm on the roster, the shelving out to see the monster

I know one day Ima it rich
Pile to the ceiling that's my
hard has never led to innocence
You better get head 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 drugs in that truck already, Everybody a piece of it
In an even split, but I'm hungry. Who'd I change to me?

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

If I my past I'd be horny, save the best for last, that's the old me,
Don't rest that till the car done crash in the back of the ass of the money.
Then collect that 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
Higher ground hiding, always the pilot.
Yes I am finer tune fining my writing. I'll have a shot with the
The thought of judgment me want it so lets start by defining

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