Luyện nghe bài hát PRhyme

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

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

Just another day in my life, my unreformed mic
I still like it's my son was born knight
I'm tired of swinging on niggas
Man, niggas can't even fight
I'm a casual sneaker head, I don't need them on my Nikes
Marshall said 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 known as a underachiever, I skip by
I need it to be inebriated to prevent me getting shy
That's better getting shot, that's 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 problem with me winning his shit shall be

Prhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent
The is on, that's how you determine a don
Prhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my prime
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 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 hard to stay alive these days
I can't end up on no collages on bitches' IG pages
They see cars then 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 knight
I'm tired of cheating on my wife, man, bitches just ain't right
even kiss them in their mouths
Too many been in their diet
Me and Chris we veterans, but when youngins you vet
You to feel like Hardaway with that UTEP, two step
come in the league like A.I
With that look and that crossover
that make their old shit seem useless
But I'm
I can to hire somebody
That tried to break all of their legs like Harding
Seem like the feds be "fuck honesty"
My favorite rapper was signed to Duck
Then to the Duck Dynasty

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 ain't never off

Make money, my nigga, get your money
But don't make the shit make you, now deal that
I lost a whole of money chasing bitches
But I never lost no bitches money, how real is that?
Only time a made 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 that bitch and peel it
I got one
All these bitches be doing is playing musical
With different front seats without calling shotgun
Face it, you're a ho, as God as my
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 sober niggas is it's over
Couple of had to off 'em
Couple of bitches mad I'm off 'em
Either that or think that my life is so good my nights be sunny
Oh, only been so quiet
Cause he been that "Lighters" money
Man, these spend too much time 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
Guess that's what happens in
When you're in your motherfucking prime,