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 make beats smoke
And come up with these

I took a puff pass, before I finished touching up the track
Now my minds racing in and running laps
Trying to figure what to and come up with these raps
But Im struggling and fighting trying to my past
Scribbling these words with these concepts and
Feeling my vocab has almost been exhausted
Im burning out trying to come up these hi-deas
heres an idea,
I a song about what I love and hate
I love to get the munchies but I hate the stomach aches
I love getting drunk but hate it the morning
Hate the sound check, but always the performance
Love for the ladies with a lot of confidence
But the attitude learn to take a fucking compliment
Hate for the critics and nah
Its to the draw board lets give them what they calling for
Im at so many people and been so many
Thats why I want to write a song forgotten faces
A lot of friends have come and gone and Ill remember them
But I cant put a picture in my head that resembles
And are real friends that I hung every day
They built my and attitude in many 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,
Bring the in

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

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

I was to write a track called clichs, just talk about all those clichs you see
Those clichs you in life
I was goin to write a track small town, I come from a small town
When things are a bit slower
Everybody knows your its just a little different
I was goin to write a called I know I shouldnt do it but I love too
Like smoking weed, guilty pleasures
Yeah hi-deas