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 circles and laps
Trying to what to write and come up with these raps
But Im struggling and fighting to surpass my past
Scribbling words with these concepts and topics
Feeling like my vocab has been exhausted
Im burning out trying to come up with these
Like an idea,
I write a about what I love and hate
I love to get the munchies but I hate the stomach aches
I love getting but hate it the next morning
the sound check, but always lovin' the performance
Love for the ladies a lot of self confidence
But hate the attitude to take a fucking compliment
for the critics and nah forget
Its back to the draw board lets give what they calling for
Im at so many people and been so many
why I want to write a song called forgotten faces
A lot of friends have come and gone and Ill always remember
But I cant put a picture in my head that resembles
And these are friends that I hung every day
They built my character and attitude in many
From my teacher to my coaches to my school yard
Maybe someday Ill see face again
What a

let me try something different,
Bring the in

And Ive been trying to write a love for my girl since I met her
Something real romantic like lets get fat
Sometimes nothings better than sitting on the couch whatever
Watching movie clips with taco chips and dips and peppers (mhmm)
We had a couple ups and down and made it
Love each other, our family, our sex and our
are words flowing on my pencil on this instrumental
Or maybe I should switch it up a bit adjust the like
I change the beat if the topic working
Fall on the floor perfect sounds current
the formula is that what you stand for?
How all these douche bags 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 smelling right tell her douche it
Dance, nah it back to the music
I had hi-dea about rock and roll
And how I think its to the way that hip hop will grow
They thought it was a fad by African Americans
And no mother or dad wanted any hearing 'em
Hated by the church they it devil music
Now Christian rock bands encourages kids to do it
changes everything I see it right now
It aint just hip hop or & roll its a lifestyle

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

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