Luyện nghe bài hát When The People Cheer

Lights, camera, chemical
Attracted to a body of lies with fat
Thank the most high for of high fashion
My art of war is killer couture, assassin

Am I a douchebag or just another doo
Tryna get ahead on brand new wave shit
For entertainment money is the language
So time I speak I'm tryna make another payment
I do 'em dirty sleep and get a nap, that works
my P.O. ask me where I work at
Think I woulda that sleeping in the bird trap
Living on the run somebody tryna burn fat
I don't give a fuck, now maybe that's
Or the arrogance of someone who got shit
That think money over bitches is a tip

I live in a trap fiends load crack
Wake up in the boxes with a box of Apple
Everybody acts God is all that
But I got the feelin' he ain't coming back
So I got an angel answer my prayer
on the cloud that I blow in the air
Nobody wins but cares
They just want blood when the people

I'm down to 95 dollars, that's the of my riches
Out of 99 problems, 98 of 'em is
Out here hollerin' what's is
I've honestly tryna do what's right
But from your legs in the air tonight, like Phil
I'm a sex-addicted
Sucker for a skirt
Looking for a shorty coming work, that I can pervert
On my grind doing consequential dirt
Searchin' for physical pleasure if I don't go first
Molly poppin', hoppin'
Know somebody watchin'
That ain't me from coppin' a feel
choppin' in this after-hours spot
Watching mommy rockin'
I feed her vodka shots then she eat my Jonnie Cochran
Livin' fast, capt'
One of them even had
The audacity ask me how long this would last
I said, "You pay for class? Get on that stage and shake your ass"
She a dick in a box and in an emergency break the glass
I make her
She it clap
And then she gives me lap dances and I'm that
She providing the place for me to be unfaithful at