Luyện nghe bài hát Hi-Dea's

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

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

let me try something 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 on the couch eating whatever
Watching movie clips taco chips and nacho dips and peppers (mhmm)
We had a ups and down and made it through
Love other, our family, our sex and our food
These are flowing on my pencil on this instrumental
Or maybe I should switch it up a bit adjust the tempo
I change the if the topic aint working
Fall on the thats perfect sounds current
Following the formula is that what you for?
How come all these douche keep running the dance floor?
Douche douche bag
Do it like and you too can make a douche hit
You talking big game but gonna 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 similar to the way hip hop will grow
They thought it was a fad by African Americans
And no mother or dad any children hearing 'em
Hated by the church called it devil music
Now these Christian rock bands kids to do it
Time everything I see it right now
It just hip hop or rock & roll its a lifestyle

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

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