Luyện nghe bài hát PRhyme

Gather around, around
the memoirs of 5'9 being read as he sees it fit
Police sirens him while he's driving
causes butterflies in his stomach 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 like thick

Just day in my reformed life, my unreformed mic
I still write like it's my son was knight
I'm tired of swinging on these
Man, these can't even fight
I'm a casual sneaker head, I don't need them bleeding on my
said that I'd be a problem if I get my shit right
That if it's probably the biggest if I ever 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 than getting shot, that's a much ending
I'm this 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 is on, that's how you determine a don
Prhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my permanent
I ain't never off

Then the car up on the side 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 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 hard to alive these days
I can't end up on no more collages on IG pages
They see these cars they want to be reality TV stars
Just another day in my life, my unreformed mic
I still write like it's my son was knight
I'm tired of cheating on my wife, man, these bitches just ain't
Can't even kiss in their mouths
Too dicks been in their diet
Me and Chris we veterans, but youngins call 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 old shit seem useless
But I'm
I can to hire somebody
That tried to break all of their legs like Harding
like the feds be like "fuck honesty"
My favorite rapper was signed to Down
Then signed to the Duck

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

Make money, my nigga, get your money
But don't make the make you, now deal with that
I lost a bunch of money chasing bitches
But I never lost no bitches chasing money, how is that?
Only a woman made 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 that bitch and peel it
I got one
All these bitches be doing is playing chairs
With rappers' front 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 that I'm sober is saying it's over
of niggas had to off 'em
Couple of bitches mad I'm off 'em
Either that or they think that my life is so good my nights be
Oh, only been so quiet
Cause he been spending that "Lighters"
Man, these people spend too 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 struggling
Guess that's what in rapping
When in your motherfucking prime, prime