Luyện nghe bài hát Prosperity

Who's the most conscious?
Lately I've lookin' at tags less
Never leavin' fronts bagless
Designer rags and conversations facists
Mister a myth, theMIND is a gift
I mean, so is this
No ashamed of my thread count
In bed with a girl who's not of her head gown
Still I up with these cold sweats
Forever get to it off
Pray this fucks me soft
Instant
I mean, now I'm
It's for a nigga who never had shit to have shit
You turned into that store front, or plastic?
You for it
My dad says the Lord's will rain down
I I stay sane now
questions like, "Am I lame now?"
Because I'm still plagued by peer
says "survivor's guilt will probably still get ya"
Time spent is still like the only real
Of the four word
I drip my ego in
I wear bitch like a fur
The only protection from the coast is the moments that I forget

Big bracelets, Rollies, big
pieces can't save you
VVS is
Best dressed, say
When niggas stress it true (Fuck, bro)
Cuban links and pinkie rings and
Diamonds, and gold, all in my grill...grill...

Spread
Fuck a
Fuck lover, get some head-love
Break bread your niggas, burnin' bed bugs
Cause you don't need
Fuck a zippy feedback
We where the keys at
You see, I'm only ever lost when I ask where the at
rockin' through the pressure
Middle fingers to the
Niggas latchin' cause simply missed the message, listen
All gold I be talkin', what's it representing?
If I ain't rockin' what I'm
What I'm talkin'
Mostly
Most niggas out talkin' silly
"We'll about it, Mick"
Lot of like to dance around a point, I couldn't even bust a waltz around it
I've tryna make one
See a chance, that I'ma take one
mobbin' with my day one niggas
Only shoppin' for like 15 in a different city
When I'm on
More contemporary than a war tour, not a label
I play with niggas
Talkin' color palettes, silhouettes
You see me takin'
I'ma on that
And it don't matter, I'ma chill on
You can see it you see me
I'ma be me
I can it real like that

Big bracelets, Rollies, big
Jesus pieces can't you
VVS is
dressed, say less
When niggas stress it true (Fuck, bro)
Cuban links and rings and trinkets
Diamonds, and gold, all in my grill...grill...

OK, the love of money root of all
OK, the camel through a eye of a needle 'fore a man
a rich man know heaven
So I'm in this bitch, no band
Movin', dippin', through the temptation
I've been hasty, I be
I've been to be never heard from again
So I got the cash
I be spendin' we saving
Say, "he trippin'" you check my balance
10 years later you can check my
I done doubled up a 2-4 from 5-10
I never no type of man to hide his shit beneath the dirt
Crack a smile beneath the
You can only do that when you knew
All those things you had when you was up was just stuff
it it's like, Kith, its Just Us
Who are you when no looking?
Most crooked, they money exposed
It's always sunny until cloudy
And you suppose
That that door to the boat, still be open when you reach it
Hope it work out like you
I bet on that myself though

Big bracelets, Rollies, big
Jesus pieces can't you
VVS is
dressed, say less
When stress it ain't true (Fuck, bro)
Cuban links and pinkie rings and
Diamonds, and gold, all in my grill...grill...

Oh you never heard somebody say a different type of love?
It is, and I'm j-, I admitted that like, it definitely is.
It def- i-i-is like, I'm not denying that, like,
I have to say is, it is a different type of love...
(I told you that, 6 ago!)