Luyện nghe bài hát When The People Cheer

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

Am I a douchebag or just another doo
Tryna get ahead on some brand new shit
For your money is the language
So every time I speak I'm tryna make another
I do 'em dirty sleep and get a dirt nap, works
Tell my P.O. ask me where I at
Think I woulda that sleeping in the bird trap
Living on the run like somebody burn fat
I don't give a fuck, now maybe that's
Or the of someone who ain't 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 Jacks
Everybody like God is all that
But I got the he ain't never coming back
So I got an that answer my prayer
Floating on the cloud I blow in the air
Nobody wins but cares
They just blood when the people cheer

I'm down to 95 dollars, that's the extent of my
Out of 99 problems, 98 of 'em is
Out hollerin' what's ironic is
I've honestly been do what's right
But from your legs in the air tonight, like Phil
I'm a introvert
Sucker for a skirt
Looking for a shorty coming from work, I can pervert
On my existential grind consequential dirt
Searchin' for physical pleasure if I don't go first
poppin', trolley hoppin'
Know prolly watchin'
ain't stoppin' me from coppin' a feel
Karate choppin' in this after-hours
mommy body rockin'
First I feed her vodka shots then she eat my Cochran
fast, drinkin' capt'
One of hoes even had
The audacity ask me how long this thing last
I said, "You wanna pay for class? Get on that stage and your ass"
She keep a dick in a box and in an emergency the glass
I make her
She it clap
And then she gives me lap dances and I'm that
She keeps the place for me to be unfaithful at