Luyện nghe bài hát Hi-Dea's

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

I took a puff puff pass, before I touching up the track
Now my racing in circles and running laps
Trying to figure what to write and come up these raps
But Im struggling and fighting to surpass my past
these words with these concepts and topics
Feeling like my vocab has almost been
Im burning out trying to up with these hi-deas
Like an idea,
I write a song about I love and hate
Like I to get the munchies but I hate the stomach aches
I love getting drunk but hate it the next
Hate the sound check, but always the performance
Love for the ladies a lot of self confidence
But hate the attitude learn to take a fucking
Hate for the and nah forget
Its back to the draw board lets give them what they for
Im at so many and been so many places
Thats why I want to write a song called forgotten
A lot of friends come and gone and Ill always remember them
But I cant put a picture in my head that them
And are real friends that I hung every day
built my character and attitude in many ways
From my teacher to my coaches to my school friends
Maybe someday Ill see your face
a hi-dea

Aight let me try different,
Bring the in

And Ive been trying to write a love for my girl since I met her
Something real romantic like get fat together
nothings better than sitting on the couch eating whatever
Watching clips with taco chips and nacho dips and peppers (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 maybe I should it up a bit adjust the tempo like
I change the beat if the aint working
Fall on the floor thats perfect 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 and you too can make a douche hit
You talking big game but never do shit
Your girl aint smelling tell her douche it
Dance, nah fuck it 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 called it devil music
Now these Christian rock bands encourages to do it
changes everything I see it right now
It aint just hip hop or rock & roll its a

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

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