Luyện nghe bài hát When The People Cheer

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

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

I in a trap where fiends load crack
Wake up in the with a box of Apple Jacks
Everybody acts like God is all
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
Nobody wins but cares
They just want blood the people cheer

I'm down to 95 dollars, the extent of my riches
Out of 99 problems, 98 of 'em is
Out here hollerin' ironic is
honestly been tryna do what's right
But from your in the air tonight, like Phil Collins
I'm a sex-addicted
Sucker for a pencil
for a shorty coming from work, that I can pervert
On my existential grind doing consequential
Searchin' for physical pleasure if I don't go mental
poppin', trolley hoppin'
Know somebody prolly
That ain't stoppin' me from a feel
choppin' in this after-hours spot
Watching body rockin'
First I feed her vodka shots then she eat my Jonnie
Livin' fast, capt'
One of them hoes had
The ask me how long this thing would last
I said, "You pay for class? Get on that stage and shake your ass"
She keep a dick in a box and in an emergency the glass
I her laugh
She makes it
And she gives me lap dances and I'm thankful that
She providing the place for me to be unfaithful at