Luyện nghe bài hát Prosperity

Who's the self conscious?
Lately I've been lookin' at less
Never store fronts bagless
Designer rags and conversations with
Mister Wilder's a myth, theMIND is a
I mean, so is gift
No longer ashamed of my thread
In bed with a girl who's not ashamed of her gown
Still I wake up these cold sweats
Forever get to it off
this woman fucks me soft
Instant
I mean, now I'm
It's hard for a nigga who had shit to have shit
You turned into that store front, paper or
You for it
My dad says the blessings will rain down
I pray I sane now
questions like, "Am I lame now?"
Because I'm still by peer pressure
Craig says "survivor's 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 is the moments that I rather forget

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

love
Fuck a
Fuck your lover, get some
Break with your niggas, burnin' bed bugs
Cause you don't need
Fuck a nigga feedback
We where the keys at
You see, I'm only ever lost I ask where the trees at
rockin' through the pressure
Middle fingers to the
latchin' cause they simply missed the message, listen
All this gold I be talkin', what's it
If I ain't rockin' I'm talking
What I'm talkin'
metaphor
Most niggas out here silly
"We'll about it, Mick"
Lot of people like to dance around a point, I couldn't even a waltz around it
I've been make one
See a chance, know I'ma take one
Only mobbin' my day one niggas
shoppin' for like 15 minutes in a different city
When I'm on
More contemporary than a war tour, not a label
I play with niggas
color palettes, seein' silhouettes
You see me pictures
I'ma on that
And it don't matter, I'ma on that
You can see it you see me
always be me
I can it real like that

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

OK, the of money root of all evil
OK, the camel through a eye of a needle a rich man
a rich man know heaven
So I'm in this bitch, no wrist
Movin', dippin', through the temptation
I've been hasty, I be
been maybed to be never heard from again
So when I got the
I be spendin' we saving
Say, "he trippin'" you check my balance
10 years later you can my talents
I done doubled up from a 2-4 5-10
I never been no type of man to hide his beneath the dirt
a smile beneath the hurt
You can only do when you knew that
All those things you had when you was up was just stuff
Without it like, Kith, its Just Us
Who are you when no one's
Most niggas crooked, they exposed
It's sunny until it's cloudy
And you suppose
That that door to the boat, will still be open when you it
Hope it work out like you
I wouldn't bet on that though

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

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