Luyện nghe bài hát Let It Rain

Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, now I'm ready, uh

Your pockets' pickings
Lay 'em out like grilled
It's been an hour but that blunt hittin' like a champion
Eatin' with Batali, 50 feet from the Pantheon
And my life, 60k for the glass pipe
I'll break it on your head if you act right
There'll be playin' like a cop died
I wiggle 850s wearing foxhide
I pray to Jobu that we all get money and live life sunny with a gold
But the fact is, I stand alone cactus
Hide money under tempurpedic mattresses,
You don't the half of this (you bitch) nah (you bitch)
I serve the Jersey Line with furs on (Uh)
my world, get my swerve on (Oh)
Install the on the Cherokee for certain
like my life directed by Tim Burton
And daddy twisted off the
And I'm always on the center
Reminisce on days in a hammock, reading Hemingway
to get a better brain, then it rained
Let it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I been a junkie in my past life, man
I must've a junkie in my past life

in front of McDonald's, throwin' bottles
Ninety degrees, on
Ma, kid's gone
A lot of to be pissed on
of the free I think wrong (I think wrong)
You I got the drug so potent
Johnny a hit
He died, came back, said, "That's shit" (Goddamn!)
in Toyota Supras (Uh)
The shit sound I'm shootin' off bazookas (Uh)
Flushing, Queens, no scare business
Assemble weapons with no hand twitches (Uh-uh)
Plus the of twelve oxen
Hold it down, though, there's no
Let it (Uh)
I must've been a junkie in my past life, you
I must've a fiend in my past life, fuck
I must've been a junkie in my life

Uh, these dudes trash like Michael jeans
Hahaha, it. I'm done