Luyện nghe bài hát Hi-Dea's

Sometimes it feels
All I do is beats smoke weed
And come up with hi-deas, crazy hi-deas
I just beats smoke weed
And come up with these

I took a puff puff pass, before I finished up the track
Now my minds racing in circles and laps
Trying to figure what to write and up with these raps
But Im struggling and trying to surpass my past
Scribbling these words with these concepts and
like my vocab has almost been exhausted
Im burning out trying to come up with these
Like an idea,
I write a about what I love and hate
Like I love to get the munchies but I the stomach aches
I love getting but hate it the next morning
Hate the check, but always lovin' the performance
Love for the with a lot of self confidence
But hate the attitude learn to take a compliment
Hate for the and nah forget
Its to the draw board lets give them what they calling for
Im at so people and been so many places
Thats why I to write a song called forgotten faces
A lot of friends have come and gone and Ill always them
But I cant put a picture in my head resembles them
And these are real friends that I every day
They built my character and attitude in ways
my teacher to my coaches to my school yard friends
Maybe someday Ill see face again
a hi-dea

Aight let me try different,
the strings in

And Ive been to write a love song for my girl since I met her
Something real like lets get fat together
Sometimes nothings better sitting on the couch eating whatever
Watching movie clips with taco and nacho dips and peppers (mhmm)
We had a couple ups and down and it through
Love other, our family, our sex and our food
These are words flowing on my pencil on this
Or maybe I switch it up a bit adjust the tempo like
I the beat if the topic aint working
Fall on the floor perfect sounds current
Following the formula is what you stand for?
How come all these douche bags running the dance floor?
douche douche bag
Do it like this and you too can a douche hit
You talking big but never gonna do shit
Your girl aint right tell her douche it
Dance, nah fuck it to the music
I had hi-dea about rock and roll
And how I think its similar to the way that hip hop grow
They thought it was a fad by African Americans
And no mother or dad any children hearing 'em
Hated by the church they called it devil
Now Christian rock bands encourages kids to do it
Time everything I see it right now
It aint hip hop or rock & roll its a lifestyle

All I do is make smoke weed
And up with these hi-deas, crazy hi-deas
I just beats smoke weed
And up with these hi-deas, yeah
And now Im getting so [x2]

I was goin' to write a track called clichs, just talk about all clichs you see
Those clichs you hear in
I was goin to write a track small town, I come from a small town
When things are a little bit
Everybody knows your name its a little different
I was goin to write a track called I know I do it but I love too
Like smoking this weed, pleasures
Yeah crazy