Luyện nghe bài hát Head Right

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

I watch reactions lost on faces
Solid state to stay in, hotter I switch my cadence
a father to the odder segments, a lot to take in
They tie my just 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, heard Satan's asking

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

The left me proper
raise the product and arrange the change on dotted lines
Sip the faded to pass the time
Save the weight until I peak the random finds, the mine
I'm on the roster, the shelving out to see the monster

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)

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 that truck already, wants a piece of it
In an even split, but I'm hungry. Who'd I to become me?

Who'd I chase and then race downstairs to 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 been buntin, take a minute to that
To replace my and to save some gas for the pace too fast in my orgy

If I my past 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 note to relax on the seat
All my set with magic, so happy to be erratically lonely

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

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