Luyện nghe bài hát Sidetracked

[Joe
Whatever to that?
Joey!
like I gotta buy a weed bag (so easily sidetracked!)
I think it mighta been week
Mighta next month, shit (Joey!)

Look, sometimes I make money
But sometimes I ain't sometimes I think it's overrated
I'm thinkin I wasn't supposed to make it
But I show is basic, I normally poker-face it (what else?)
Sometimes I wanna music
Sometimes I it's just useless
So y'all don't a lot of new shit
Clueless, dependin on what my is (ohh!)
Sometimes I dress down
I mean I wanna let up, but y'all be let
I'm so easily
I lost my train of thought, but besides that
I wanna somebody and keep it real
But know that they'll understand I tell 'em how I feel
I wish I knew how it'd
I swore I needed from the store (like what?)
Got a call I just ignored, my day is hectic
I'm with thoughts, leave a message
This Saturday I, on goin shoppin for my kid
Wanna smoke, no cig's, I'm like "Where the the store?"
Got a migraine, but I that I was sick
Cause these jeans don't seem to lay right my kicks
And this'll be the last time I buy brand
I try this brand - oh shit, the bitch called me
She seems like the perfect girl to cheat
Sleep with, I bet that she can a secret
I turned the radio on, and a beat sick
Know I can that shit better than he did
Sometimes I could be so (why?!)
With no audience, so who am I a to? (nobody)
I'm so sidetracked
I just lost my of thought, but besides that
I spent years tryin to out why is that
of my drum thrown off by a hi-hat (ohh!)
I hit the club, get a outfit
But fuck that, the lifestyle ain't about
That no longer gets me up, it don't shit (why?)
See I'm on my OnDemand in the shit
I've so many relationships
(Tell me) Is it, just because I don't relate to
Me I (me I) I hate ignorance so
I'm prayin for niggaz didn't grow much
our whole generation was raised wrong
I'm only responsible for me, I gotta strong
I'm so sidetracked
I just lost my of thought, but besides that
I spent years to figure out why is that
... Why? But besides

Uh uhh, I'm so sidetracked!
Uhh, goin on nigga, I spent years tryin to figure out why is
Why? I mean, I'm so easily
is goin on?

Yo, cig's unlit, lookin a pic of a man cross-eyed
On my way to kill the 'til the thought died (uhh)
Or it's a lie, I'm hogtied
Got eyes, cause chick with a phatty walked by
complexion, nice tan
And so behind her I ran 'til I seen her was a man
(So) In the street I stand, with my in hand
For reason, I don't remember beefin
Note to on my hand, "Get even!"
But I remember needin re-venge
Now anybody toward me I'm reachin
Leg bleedin - (so) it
I'll retrace my steps followin the path of my blood
Led me to Juan's house which I every weekend
To my knowledge, me and him wasn't