Luyện nghe bài hát Hi-Dea's

Sometimes it like
All I do is make beats weed
And come up with hi-deas, crazy hi-deas
I make beats smoke weed
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 figure what to write and come up with raps
But Im and fighting trying to surpass my past
Scribbling these words these concepts and topics
Feeling my vocab has almost been exhausted
Im burning out trying to come up with hi-deas
heres 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 drunk but it the next morning
Hate the sound check, but always the performance
Love for the with a lot of self confidence
But hate the attitude to take a fucking compliment
Hate for the and nah forget
Its back to the draw board lets give them what they for
Im at so many people and been so places
Thats why I want to write a called forgotten faces
A lot of friends have come and and Ill always remember them
But I put a picture in my head that resembles them
And these are real friends that I every day
They built my character and in many ways
From my teacher to my to my school yard friends
Maybe someday Ill see your again
a hi-dea

Aight let me try different,
Bring the in

And Ive trying to write a love song for my girl since I met her
Something real romantic like lets get fat
nothings better than sitting on the couch eating whatever
Watching movie with taco chips and nacho dips and peppers (mhmm)
We had a couple ups and and made it through
each 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 change the beat if the topic aint
Fall on the thats perfect sounds current
Following the formula is that you stand for?
How come all douche bags keep running the dance floor?
Douche douche bag
Do it this and you too can make a douche hit
You talking big game but gonna do shit
Your girl aint smelling right tell her it
Dance, nah fuck it to the music
I had this hi-dea rock and roll
And how I think its similar to the way that hip hop will
They thought it was a fad made by African
And no or dad wanted any children hearing 'em
Hated by the church called it devil music
Now these Christian rock encourages kids to do it
Time changes everything I see it now
It aint just hip hop or rock & roll its a

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

I was goin' to a track called clichs, just talk about all those clichs you see
Those clichs you in life
I was goin to write a track called small town, I come from a town
When are a little 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 this weed, guilty pleasures
crazy hi-deas