Luyện nghe bài hát Prosperity

Who's the most conscious?
Lately I've been lookin' at less
Never leavin' store fronts
Designer and conversations with facists
Mister Wilder's a myth, theMIND is a
I mean, so is this
No longer of my thread count
In bed a girl who's not ashamed of her head gown
Still I wake up with these cold
Forever get to it off
Pray this woman me soft
gratification
I mean, now I'm
It's hard for a nigga who never had shit to have
You turned that store front, paper 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 measure
Of the letter word
I my ego in gold
I that bitch like a fur
The only protection from the coast is the that I rather forget

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

Spread
Fuck a
Fuck lover, get some head-love
bread with your niggas, burnin' bed bugs
Cause you need that
Fuck a nigga feedback
We where the keys at
You see, I'm ever lost when I ask where the trees at
Milly rockin' through the
fingers to the pessimistic
Niggas latchin' cause simply missed the message, listen
All this I be talkin', what's it representing?
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 bust a waltz around it
I've been make one
See a chance, know that I'ma one
Only with my day one niggas
Only shoppin' for like 15 minutes in a different
I'm on tour
More contemporary than a war tour, not a label
I play with niggas
Talkin' color palettes, seein'
You see me pictures
build on that
And it matter, I'ma chill on that
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 stress it ain't true (Fuck, bro)
Cuban links and pinkie rings and
Diamonds, and gold, all in my grill...grill...

OK, the love of money root of all
OK, the through a eye of a needle 'fore a rich man
Before a man know heaven
So I'm in this bitch, no wrist
Movin', dippin', dodgin' the temptation
I've been hasty, I be
I've been maybed to be never from again
So I got the cash
I be spendin' like we
Say, "he trippin'" you check my balance
10 years you can check my talents
I done doubled up a 2-4 from 5-10
I been no type of man to hide his shit beneath the dirt
Crack a smile the hurt
You can only do that when you knew
All those things that you had when you was up was just
Without it it's like, Kith, its Us
Who are you when no looking?
Most niggas crooked, they exposed
It's always sunny until it's
And you suppose
That that door to the boat, will still be open you reach it
Hope it work out like you
I bet on that myself though

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

Oh you never heard say it's a different type of love?
It is, and I'm j-, I just that like, it definitely 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!)