Luyện nghe bài hát PRhyme

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

Now brothers and sisters, they have not
It's to hit the fan, what is it?
getting deep in here, I mean 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 niggas can't even
I'm a casual head, I don't need them bleeding on my Nikes
Marshall that I'd be a problem if I get my shit right
That if it's probably the if I ever live by
Which is why I'm known as a underachiever, I just by
I need it to be inebriated to me from getting shy
better than getting shot, that's a much healthier ending
I'm running this race all by
My is in the selfie olympics
Coming back 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 prime
I never falling off

Then the car up on the side of me
An attractive women is in it eyeing me to get my attention
But I just the victim like "what do you want from me?"
I pull off like ERR
My nigga, my nigga, my
You don't know what it like to be tired of fucking these hoes
It's just hard to stay these days
I can't end up on no more collages on IG pages
They see cars then they want to be reality TV stars
another day in my reformed life, my unreformed mic
I still like it's my son was born knight
I'm tired of cheating on my wife, man, these bitches just ain't
Can't even kiss them in their
Too dicks been in their diet
Me and Chris we veterans, but when youngins you vet
You start to feel like Hardaway with UTEP, two step
They in the league like A.I
that their look and that crossover
Moving that make their old shit seem
But I'm
I can afford to hire
That tried to break all of their legs Tonya Harding
like the feds be like "fuck honesty"
My favorite rapper was to Duck Down
Then signed to the Dynasty

Prhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my prime
The is on, that's how you determine a don
Prhyme, PRhyme, I'm in my prime
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 bunch 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 man was a former billionaire, how trill is that?
My nigga, get you a fly and a drop top
And when she you off, do me a favor
Hop in that bitch and it back
I got one
All these bitches be doing is musical chairs
With different rappers' front seats without shotgun
it, you're a ho, as God as my witness
That paper's my litmus I it then 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
of bitches 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, people spend too much time predicting
Was on your mind up until the you're non-existent
In the midst of all my success and my
I'm just out here
Guess that's what in rapping
When you're in motherfucking prime, prime