Luyện nghe bài hát When The People Cheer

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

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

I live in a trap where load crack
Wake up in the boxes a box of Apple Jacks
acts like God is all that
But I got the feelin' he ain't coming back
So I got an angel that my prayer
Floating on the that I blow in the air
wins but nobody cares
They just want blood when the cheer

I'm down to 95 dollars, that's the of my riches
Out of 99 problems, 98 of 'em is
Out hollerin' what's ironic is
I've honestly been tryna do what's
But from your legs in the air tonight, like Phil
I'm a sex-addicted
for a pencil skirt
Looking for a coming from work, that I can pervert
On my existential grind consequential dirt
for physical pleasure if I don't go mental first
Molly poppin', hoppin'
Know prolly watchin'
That ain't me from coppin' a feel
Karate choppin' in after-hours spot
Watching mommy body
First I feed her vodka then she eat my Jonnie Cochran
fast, drinkin' capt'
One of them even had
The audacity ask me how this thing would last
I said, "You wanna pay for 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 makes it
And then she gives me lap dances and I'm that
She keeps the place for me to be unfaithful at