Luyện nghe bài hát Head Right

I know one day Ima it rich
Pile to the that's my sentiment
hard has never led to innocence
You better get your right.
(x2)

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

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

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

The left me proper
I'll raise the product and arrange the change on lines
Sip the faded Gatorade to the time
the weight until I peak the random finds, the classics mine
I'm on the roster, take the shelving out to see the

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

2:

Love that taste of the raindrop on my tongue, everybody in the club so fly
All up in the cut, wanna know why. Why I started Why I lost it?
Good amount of in that 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 chase and then 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 homers while ya'll buntin, take a minute to envision that
To replace my past and to 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 dash till the car done crash in the back of the ass of the money.
Then collect that cash and replace the stash the note to relax on the 'gun seat
All my tactics set with magic, so to be erratically lonely

I'll tell that to the bar keep, to keep you from riding
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 makes me it so lets start by defining

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