Luyện nghe bài hát Head Right

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

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

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

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

The competitions me proper
I'll raise the product and the change on dotted lines
Sip the faded Gatorade to pass the
Save the until I peak the random finds, the classics mine
I'm on the roster, take the shelving out to see the

I know one day Ima it rich
Pile to the that's my sentiment
hard has never led to innocence
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, wanna know why. Why I this? Why I lost it?
Good amount of drugs in that already, Everybody wants a piece of it
In an split, but I'm hungry. Who'd I change to become me?

Who'd I and then race downstairs to defeat my fears in the dungeon
Wonderin how I'd get to the top again, a simple pen to do all my huntin
Hit some homers while ya'll been buntin, take a minute to envision
To my past and to save 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,
rest that dash till the car done crash in the back of the ass of the money.
Then collect cash and replace the stash with the note to relax on the 'gun seat
All my tactics set with magic, so happy to be erratically

Guess tell that to the bar keep, to keep you from riding
Higher hiding, always distracting 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 lets by defining

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