Luyện nghe bài hát Hi-Dea's

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

I took a puff pass, before I finished touching up the track
Now my minds in circles and running laps
Trying to figure what to write and come up with these
But Im struggling and fighting trying to surpass my
these words with these concepts and topics
Feeling my vocab has almost been exhausted
Im burning out trying to come up with 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 love getting drunk but hate it the morning
the sound check, but always lovin' the performance
Love for the with 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 them they calling for
Im at so many people and been so many
Thats why I want to a song called forgotten faces
A lot of friends have and gone and Ill always remember them
But I cant put a picture in my head that them
And these are friends that I hung every day
built my character and attitude in many ways
From my teacher to my coaches to my yard friends
Maybe Ill see your face again
What a

let me try something different,
Bring the in

And Ive been trying to a love song for my girl since I met her
real romantic like lets get fat together
Sometimes nothings better than sitting on the eating whatever
Watching movie clips with taco 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 words flowing on my pencil on 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 thats perfect current
Following the is that what you stand for?
How all these douche bags keep running the dance floor?
Douche douche bag
Do it like and you too can make a douche hit
You talking big game but never gonna do
Your girl aint right tell her douche it
Dance, nah fuck it to the music
I had this hi-dea about rock and
And how I its similar to the way that hip hop will grow
They it was a fad made by African Americans
And no mother or dad any children hearing 'em
Hated by the they called it devil music
Now these Christian bands encourages kids to do it
Time changes everything I see it 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, hi-deas
I just make beats weed
And up with these hi-deas, yeah
And now Im getting so [x2]

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