Luyện nghe bài hát Head Right

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

I reactions lost on common faces
Solid state to stay in, when 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 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, that Satan's asking

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

The left me proper
I'll raise the product and arrange the change on lines
Sip the Gatorade 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
Pile to the ceiling my sentiment
Working hard has led to innocence
You get your head right.
(x2)

2:

Love that of the raindrop on my tongue, everybody 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 even split, but I'm hungry. Who'd I to become 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 homers while been buntin, take a minute to envision that
To replace my past and to save some gas for the pace too fast in my

If I faced my past I'd be horny, save the best for last, 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 with the note to relax on the seat
All my tactics set 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. have a shot with the giants
The thought of judgment me want it so lets 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 your right.
(x4)