Luyện nghe bài hát PRhyme

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

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

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

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

the car pulls up on the side of me
An women is in it eyeing me trying to get my attention
But I just play the like "what do you want from me?"
I pull off like ERR
My nigga, my nigga, my
You don't know what it feels to be tired of fucking these hoes
It's just to stay alive these days
I can't end up on no more 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 still write like it's my son was born
I'm of cheating on my wife, man, these bitches just ain't right
even kiss them in their mouths
Too many dicks in their diet
Me and Chris we veterans, but when youngins you vet
You start to feel like Hardaway with that UTEP, two
They come in the like A.I
that their look and that crossover
Moving make their old shit seem useless
But I'm
I can to hire somebody
That tried to break all of their 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 permanent
The crown is on, how you determine a don
Prhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent
I never falling off

Make your money, my nigga, get money
But don't make the shit make you, now with that
I lost a whole of money chasing bitches
But I lost no bitches chasing money, how real is that?
Only a woman made a man a millionaire
Was when that man was a billionaire, how trill is that?
My nigga, get you a fly chick and a top
And when she you off, do me a favor
Hop in bitch and peel it back
I got one
All these bitches be is playing musical chairs
With different rappers' seats without calling shotgun
Face it, you're a ho, as God as my
That paper's my litmus I take it I dip with it
Then I for the result
And the is in
Now I'm sober niggas is saying it's over
Couple of had to off 'em
Couple of bitches mad I'm off 'em
Either that or they think that my is so good my nights be sunny
Oh, he's only been so
Cause he been spending "Lighters" money
Man, these people spend too much predicting
Was on your mind up the time you're non-existent
In the midst of all my success and my
I'm just out struggling
Guess what happens in rapping
When in your motherfucking prime, prime