Luyện nghe bài hát PRhyme

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

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

Just day in my reformed life, my unreformed mic
I still write like it's my son was born
I'm tired of on these niggas
Man, niggas can't even fight
I'm a casual sneaker head, I don't need bleeding on my Nikes
Marshall said that I'd be a problem if I get my shit
That if it's probably the if I ever live by
is why I'm known as a underachiever, I just skip by
I need it to be inebriated to me from getting shy
That's better than getting shot, a much healthier ending
I'm running this race all by
My is in the selfie olympics
back with a vengeance in LV vintage
Anybody got a with 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 ain't falling off

Then the car 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 want me?"
Then I pull off ERR
My nigga, my nigga, my
You don't know it feels like to be tired of fucking these hoes
It's just to stay alive these days
I can't end up on no more collages on bitches' IG
They see these cars then they 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 tired of cheating on my wife, man, these 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 start to feel like with that UTEP, two step
They come in the like A.I
With that look and that crossover
Moving that their old shit seem useless
But I'm
I can to hire somebody
tried to break all of their legs like Tonya Harding
Seem like the be like "fuck honesty"
My rapper was signed to Duck Down
Then to the Duck 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 falling off

Make money, my nigga, get your money
But don't make the shit make you, now deal that
I lost a whole bunch of chasing bitches
But I never lost no bitches chasing money, how is that?
Only time a woman a man a millionaire
Was when that man was a former billionaire, how trill is
My nigga, get you a fly chick and a top
And when she piss you off, do me a
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 then I dip it
Then I wait for the
And the is in
Now that I'm sober niggas is saying it's
Couple of had to off 'em
of bitches mad cause I'm off 'em
Either that or they think that my life is so my nights be sunny
Oh, he's only been so
he been spending that "Lighters" money
Man, these people spend too much predicting
Was on your mind up until the you're non-existent
In the midst of all my and my failures
I'm just out struggling
that's what happens in rapping
When you're in your prime, prime