Luyện nghe bài hát Head Right

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

I reactions lost on common faces
Solid state to stay in, hotter when I switch my
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 of jumpmen
When I walk on water hold my style, ya'll scared to in?
Pumping brakes is all ya'll desire, burning skunk and branding
Turning pay to manning, heard that asking

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

The competitions me proper
I'll raise the and arrange the change on dotted lines
Sip the faded to pass the time
Save the weight I peak the random finds, the classics mine
I'm on the roster, take the out to see the monster

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)

2:

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

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

If I faced my I'd be horny, save the best for last, that's the old me,
rest that dash till the car done crash in the back of the ass of the money.
Then collect that cash and replace the stash with the to relax on the 'gun seat
All my tactics set with magic, so happy to be erratically

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

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