Luyện nghe bài hát BRACKETS

Lotta shit happens, like, in show business
A lot of shit happens, like, like, I a lot of money, you know
And I'm happy about it
And I'm not bragging, I just say something
I make a so--- fuck, ridiculous
But wait, wait a minute, a minute
Hey, if my father was alive today, I go home and say
"Dad, I wanna you how much money I made"
You know what he'd say? You's a lying
Jerome Lewis didn't make much money
Come in here, get ass out the house
Coming here with bullshit, hah

Niggas on me, I ain't used to that
Know a couple people wanna shoot for
I say "No, no, no, chill, it no need for that"
Them niggas tryna blow they need me for that
And if it for them, well shit, I'm cool with that
'Cause how they feel, I ain't got shit to do that
I just sit back on cool and my paper stack
And off how much bread them crackers take from that

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It's been a long time since I felt this way
something but now, but now
I'm controlling my mind, the are warm
The nights are cold, the lost is found, I'm
Lord knows I need something to fill void
Lord knows I something to fill this void
Lord knows I need something to fill void
knows I need something to fill this void

Hell yeah boy, I'm a millionaire now
Hell yeah, nigga, can't tell me shit now, bro, hell no, fuck that
Bitch, got my first million dollar check nigga
I'm goddamn lit boy, you crazy as
Hold up, it's my phone real quick, it's my
Sam and shit
"What's up Unc'? Yup. Hey, I you that check was coming in,
I when it came in. Goddamn, I'm a man of my word. Goddamn,
I you I'ma have it, and goddamn, I'ma have it for you. Hell,
shit, damn right. Now, how much was it though? Uh huh. Half?
nigga? You crazy, boy, you crazy. Bitch,
you crazy as fuck. Bitch, bitch, you better suck my dick!

Yeah, I pay taxes, so much taxes, don't make sense
Where do my dollars go? You see lately, I been convinced
I guess they say my dollars supposed to build roads and
But my niggas barely graduate, they ain't got the
Maybe 'cause the tax that I make sure I send
Get spent hirin' some teachers that don't look like
And the curriculum be them, them dollars I spend
Got us learning about the heroes with the whitest of
One about the men that's controlling the pen
That write history, they always to white-out they sins
Maybe we'll never see a black man in the House again
write a check to the IRS, my pockets get slim
Damn, do I even have a say 'bout it's goin'?
Some older told me to start votin'
I "Democracy is too fuckin' slow"
If I'm givin' y'all this hard-earned bread, I wanna
Better yet, let me decide, bitch, 2018
Let me pick the things I'm funding from an app on my
Better that than letting wack congressman never seen
where my money go,
straight into the palms of some Money-hungry company make guns
that circulate the country And
up in my hood, making bloody clothes
Stray bullet hit a young boy with a snotty
the concrete, he was prolly rose
Now his body froze and nobody knows what to tell his
He did at the white man schools unlike his brother
Who was in the streets all day, not using rubbers
So now, he got two on the way
Still sleep on covers in his house
She can't this shit no more, she want him out
On the of the funeral, just as she's walking out
Wiping tears away, grabbing her and sunglasses
She remember that she gotta her taxes, damn

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