Luyện nghe bài hát Sound Of My Ceremony

Now if I break your heart lil' momma make a scene,
You really mad at yourself 'cause you do it to me,
Prolly me a failure if I ain't never achieved,
I'd you call me cocky for living like I believe,
I'm a king.
No with the fake, or surprises from the snakes,
It's flock season and I my estate,
So I bought some barb 'case they try and climb the gate,
Houston on my waste, hip hop cops on my case,
But fuck 'em, more in the bank,
God a nigga straight, crocked letter on my face,
I'm a fly crip, but I rep my race,
of us eating good, but everybody want a taste,
They say get with it or them gonna take,
I say if you want fish let me you to the lake,
But late,
morning nigga 25/8 life,
Wasn't easy growing up I had to something,
Out of if you struggled you relate,
But now I'm straight, great,
I don't need your help now, all of y'all late,
That's why I made sure I all of y'all shake,
The way y'all ride I think all of y'all gay,
Practice all night, all day,
on the flights, when I land I get paid,
I got a boss, I am not a slave,
Turning up my is how I give myself a raise,
And it's how people let money make 'em change,
See you stick it to the script and start out the pages,
Of history, it mystery,
If I yesterday my life would be a victory,
niggas sound stupid saying they invented me,
But arguing fools; it's a waste of energy,
I'm a player and the owner of the team,
And they only envy 'cause we on a spree.

Now, the sound of my ceremony,
The sweet smell of success, yes I it on me,
The Snoop look a nigga in the mirror told me,
Keep money, fuck bitches, and be wear of homies,
'Cause Brutus killed Ceasar, and Judas Jesus,
But that's I'm a leave it,
'Cause they call it dry if I take it any deeper.