Luyện nghe bài hát When The People Cheer

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

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

I live in a trap where fiends load
up in the boxes with a box of Apple Jacks
Everybody like God is all that
But I got the he ain't never coming back
So I got an angel that my prayer
Floating on the cloud I blow in the air
Nobody 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 here what's ironic is
I've honestly been tryna do right
But from your legs in the air tonight, like Collins
I'm a sex-addicted
Sucker for a pencil
Looking for a shorty coming work, that I can pervert
On my grind doing consequential dirt
Searchin' for physical if I don't go mental first
Molly poppin', hoppin'
Know somebody watchin'
That stoppin' me from coppin' a feel
Karate choppin' in this after-hours
Watching body rockin'
I feed her vodka shots then she eat my Jonnie Cochran
Livin' fast, drinkin'
One of hoes even had
The audacity ask me how long this would 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 break the glass
I her laugh
She makes it
And then she gives me lap dances and I'm thankful
She providing the place for me to be unfaithful at