Luyện nghe bài hát PRhyme

Gather around, gather
Witness the memoirs of 5'9 being as he sees it fit
Police behind him while he's driving
Instantly causes butterflies in his even though he's legit

Now brothers and sisters, they not stopped
It's about to hit the fan, is it?
getting deep in here, I mean like thick

Just another day in my life, my unreformed mic
I write like it's my son was born knight
I'm tired of on these niggas
Man, these can't even fight
I'm a casual sneaker head, I need them bleeding on my Nikes
said that I'd be a problem if I get my shit right
That if it's probably the if I ever live by
Which is why I'm as a underachiever, I just skip by
I need it to be inebriated to me from getting shy
That's than getting shot, that's a much healthier ending
I'm running race all by myself
My is in the selfie olympics
Coming back with a in LV vintage
Anybody got a problem with me his shit shall be offended

Prhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent
The crown is on, that's how you a don
Prhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent
I never falling off

the car pulls up on the side of me
An attractive women is in it eyeing me to get my attention
But I just play the victim like "what do you from me?"
Then I off like ERR
My nigga, my nigga, my
You don't know what it feels like to be tired of fucking these
just hard to stay alive these days
I can't end up on no collages on bitches' IG pages
They see these cars they want to be reality TV stars
Just day in my reformed life, my unreformed mic
I write like it's my son was born knight
I'm of cheating on my wife, man, these bitches just ain't right
Can't kiss them in their mouths
Too many dicks in their diet
Me and we veterans, but when youngins call you vet
You to feel like Hardaway with that UTEP, two step
They come in the league A.I
With that look and that crossover
Moving make their old shit seem useless
But I'm
I can afford to somebody
That to break all of their legs like Tonya Harding
like the feds be like "fuck honesty"
My rapper was signed to Duck Down
Then signed to the Dynasty

Prhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my prime
The crown is on, that's how you a don
Prhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent
I ain't never off

Make your money, my nigga, get your
But make the shit make you, now deal with that
I lost a bunch of money chasing bitches
But I never lost no bitches chasing money, how is that?
Only a woman made a man a millionaire
Was when man was a former billionaire, how trill is that?
My nigga, get you a fly and a drop top
And when she piss you off, do me a
Hop in that and peel it back
I got one
All these be doing is playing musical chairs
With different rappers' front seats calling shotgun
it, you're a ho, as God as my witness
That paper's my litmus I it then I dip with it
Then I wait for the
And the is in
Now that I'm niggas is saying it's over
Couple of had to off 'em
Couple of bitches mad I'm off 'em
Either that or they that my life is so good my nights be sunny
Oh, he's only been so
Cause he spending that "Lighters" money
Man, these people spend too time predicting
Was on your mind up until the time you're
In the of all my success and my failures
I'm just out struggling
Guess that's happens in rapping
When you're in your motherfucking prime,