Luyện nghe bài hát In Her Music Box

She had a bad dream in the seat
the one as yesterday, the same one as last week
surrounded by her favorites,
elmo, barbie, her baby blanket
and little match box looks just like dads car
its fast on the lever, pretends its
it jumps over elmo it can fly that far
with in the front seat frontin' like a rapstar

hey girl, oh girl the greatest
he knows the to everything on the radio playlist
he fakes the accent even makes all the
and he raises his voice it makes him feel like he's famous

yea got his lean on
down lake street tryin to get his scene on
stop in the whip to say somethin out the
bobbin' his head to the beat on the
good daddy wont no weed
until the bass her back to sleep
but he can steak his mack while she a nap
to the sweet pretty of the gangster rap
the high are angels voices
they keep her from the strangest voices
escape is a paradox, because the is locked in that music box

daddys drive around, work night shifts
sweet dreams, sleep little
lay in that music box, escape in the sound of that music box
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yea, daddy people hes important
the guy with the and tie they see at the court
and it seems like he aint tryin to talk to
but at the car wash they treat him like the that she sees
they papas big wheels
and the she gets makes her feel like a big deal
not allowed to it yet, gotta sit still
like the toy that she knows is come with the kids meal

she drive-thru food
health conscious dad, he her the juice
a sip of soda, builds the pride
go ahead baby girl dont spill fries
nuh uh papa roll a messy office
in the way she laid them napkins all across the seat
never puts her feet up on the
just kicks em side to side to the .. on the radio
she sings along like dad
she knows all the words but she out the bad ones
bitch, she always sings the word bitch
cause it makes her daddy laugh, its her trick

and daddy picks mommy up they fight
fights about money they fight about life
so she so so hard on the music
and loses herself inside of the and the movement

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turn that off.