Luyện nghe bài hát Head Right

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

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

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

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

The left me proper
I'll the product and arrange the change on dotted lines
Sip the faded Gatorade to pass the
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 make it
Pile to the ceiling my sentiment
Working hard has never led to
You better get your right.
(x2)

2:

Love that of the raindrop on my tongue, everybody in the club looking so fly
All up in the cut, know why. Why I started this? 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 race 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 while ya'll been 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 I'd be horny, save the best 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 with the note to relax on the 'gun seat
All my set with magic, so happy to be erratically lonely

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

I know one day Ima make it
to the ceiling that's my sentiment
Working hard has led to innocence
You better get head right.
(x4)