Luyện nghe bài hát Head Right

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

I watch reactions on common 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 laces just to get me racing,

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

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

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

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)

2:

Love that taste of the on my tongue, everybody in the club looking so fly
All up in the cut, wanna why. Why I started this? Why I lost it?
Good amount of drugs in that already, Everybody wants a piece of it
In an even split, but I'm hungry. Who'd I 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, with a pen to do all my huntin
Hit some homers while ya'll been buntin, take a to envision that
To replace my past and to save gas for the pace too fast in my orgy

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 the stash with the note to relax on the 'gun seat
All my tactics set magic, so happy to be erratically lonely

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

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