Luyện nghe bài hát PRhyme

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

Now brothers and sisters, have not stopped
It's about to hit the fan, is it?
Shit's 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 niggas can't even
I'm a sneaker head, I don't need them bleeding on my Nikes
Marshall said that I'd be a if I get my shit right
That if probably the biggest if I ever live by
is why I'm known as a underachiever, I just skip by
I need it to be to prevent me from getting shy
That's better than getting shot, that's a much ending
I'm running this race all by
My is in the selfie olympics
Coming back with a in LV vintage
Anybody got a problem me winning his shit shall be offended

Prhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent
The is on, that's how you determine 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 trying to get my
But I just play the victim like "what do you from me?"
Then I off like ERR
My nigga, my nigga, my
You know what it feels like to be tired of fucking these hoes
It's hard to stay alive these days
I can't end up on no more collages on IG pages
see these cars then they want to be reality TV stars
Just another day in my life, my unreformed mic
I still like it's my son was born knight
I'm of cheating on my wife, man, these bitches just ain't right
Can't even kiss in their mouths
Too many been 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
With that their and that crossover
Moving that make their old shit useless
But I'm
I can to hire somebody
That tried to all of their legs like Tonya Harding
Seem like the feds be "fuck honesty"
My favorite 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 prime
I ain't falling off

Make your money, my nigga, get money
But don't make the shit make you, now deal that
I lost a bunch of money chasing bitches
But I lost no bitches chasing money, how real is that?
Only time a woman a man a millionaire
Was when that man was a former billionaire, how is that?
My nigga, get you a fly chick and a top
And she piss you off, do me a favor
Hop in bitch and peel it back
I got one
All these bitches be doing is playing musical
With different rappers' front seats calling shotgun
it, you're a ho, as God as my witness
That paper's my litmus I take it then I dip it
I wait for the result
And the is in
Now that I'm sober niggas is saying over
Couple of had to off 'em
of bitches mad cause I'm off 'em
Either or they think that my life is so good my nights be sunny
Oh, he's only so quiet
Cause he been spending that "Lighters"
Man, these people too much time predicting
Was on your mind up until the you're non-existent
In the of all my success and my failures
I'm out here struggling
Guess that's happens in rapping
When in your motherfucking prime, prime