Luyện nghe bài hát People Talk

(14K)
As I lay on this beat, I pray that my soul release,
All of the answers people need from me, deep in me,
I can clear the air,
By it in this verse,
And shut all the gossipin I put in a lot of work,
to improve my ways,
And how much of me changed,
a lot of times, just tryin to do this rap thang,
I've gained a lot of legitimate dope, from and beats,
To where I don't care about, you gotta say about me,
You think I'm trappin, I'm practicin actin, picking up hustles,
Keepin a clean slate, so I'm so far from the struggle,
Prepped for you chitta-chatters, and on websites,
Who wanna go to war with words but ain't got their right,
My priorities are in line, on the grind,
You waitin on my downfall, you'll be a long time,
I'm surrounded by niggas, go gettas, and go git it,
That the same dream I share,
When we make plans, we down it,
My move like we religious, teaches in packs,
And make everything we do is intact,
So fall back,
And let the fall where they may,
Cause continue to represent that One Four K,
In every way, and day, until the lord calls me home,
I'm gonna keep doin this I'm gone,
Fuck you, you think I'm Wrong,
Then trust me I don't be right,
Cause I've been through the stormy weather, after the sunlight,
I know, I know

(Devin the Dude)
People talk, they lie and look, they gossip and shit, that how time
Is took,
doin ya thang, don't rest your case,
You fucked up before, but don't trip on the you made,
Keep goiiin, get there

(14K)
don't know the half of it,
You can get satisfaction,
I'll make it get to actin,
With instead of action,
You want get it crackin,
Go on the yappin,
Cause gosspin like a bitch, will get a slapped,
so dash,
And so outlandish,
smashin
to madness,
White tee fitted,
the stripe matchin,
a lot of tail,
While you with a passion,
My time ain't here for waistin, but makin lets git it,
Man I take opinion, and I wipe my ass with it,
My past is shady,
sometimes I was crazy,
Lately it's been you pay me,
Baby that there don't faze me,
Daily, I be my bread,
I spend more gettin head,
Than I spend, round, worrying bout some shit you said,
Ain't nothin perfect,
But I don't explain myself really, I don't think It's worth it,
Cause you gon how you feel, regardless of what I say,
And at something good about me in a bad way,
My say I'm the shit,
My say I'm the king,
My know when I get behind this mic, dog I do my thang,
And if I did give a dam, a whispin as nigga,
It just no way I could be out here fakers,
You tryin to light my matches, now your life in ashes,
I'm just tryin to get ahead, while you worried bout me

(Devin the Dude)
People talk, they lie and look, gossip and shit, that how their time
Is took,
doin ya thang, don't rest your case,
You fucked up before, but don't on the mess you made,
goiiin, You'll get there