Luyện nghe bài hát PRhyme

Gather around, gather
Witness the memoirs of 5'9 being 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, they have not
about to hit the fan, what is it?
Shit's getting deep in here, I like thick

another day in my reformed life, my unreformed mic
I still 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 I'd be a problem if I get my shit right
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 to prevent me from getting shy
That's better getting shot, that's a much healthier ending
I'm running race all by myself
My competition is in the selfie
Coming with a vengeance in LV vintage
Anybody got a with me winning his shit shall be offended

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

Then the car pulls up on the of me
An attractive women is in it me trying to get my attention
But I play the victim like "what do you want from 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 on bitches' IG pages
They see these cars then they want to be TV stars
Just another day in my reformed life, my mic
I still write like it's my son was born
I'm tired of cheating on my wife, man, these bitches just right
Can't even kiss them in mouths
Too many dicks been in diet
Me and Chris we veterans, but when youngins you vet
You start to like Hardaway with that UTEP, two step
They in the league like A.I
With that their look and that
Moving that make their old seem useless
But I'm
I can afford to hire
That tried to break all of legs like Tonya Harding
Seem like the feds be "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 prime
I ain't never off

Make money, my nigga, get your money
But don't make the shit make you, now deal with
I lost a bunch of money chasing bitches
But I never no bitches chasing money, how real 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 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 be doing is playing musical chairs
With different rappers' seats without calling shotgun
Face it, a ho, as God as my witness
That paper's my litmus I take it I dip with it
Then I wait for the
And the is in
Now I'm sober niggas is saying it's over
Couple of had to off 'em
Couple of mad cause I'm off 'em
Either that or they that my life is so good my nights be sunny
Oh, he's only so quiet
Cause he been spending that "Lighters"
Man, these spend too much time predicting
Was on your mind up until the time you're
In the midst of all my success and my
I'm just out here
that's what happens in rapping
When in your motherfucking prime, prime