Luyện nghe bài hát Hi-Dea's

Sometimes it like
All I do is make beats weed
And come up these hi-deas, crazy hi-deas
I just make beats weed
And come up with these

I took a puff puff pass, before I finished touching up the
Now my minds racing in and running laps
Trying to figure to write and come up with these raps
But Im struggling and trying to surpass my past
Scribbling these words with concepts and topics
Feeling like my vocab has almost been
Im burning out trying to come up these hi-deas
heres an idea,
I write a song about I love and hate
Like I love to get the munchies but I hate the aches
I getting drunk but hate it the next morning
Hate the sound check, but always lovin' the
Love for the ladies with a lot of self
But hate the attitude learn to take a compliment
Hate for the and nah forget
Its back to the draw board lets give them what calling for
Im at so people and been so many places
Thats why I want to a song called forgotten faces
A lot of friends come and gone and Ill always remember them
But I cant put a in my head that resembles them
And these are real friends that I every day
They built my character and attitude in ways
From my to my coaches to my school yard friends
Maybe Ill see your face again
a hi-dea

Aight let me try different,
the strings in

And Ive been trying to write a love song for my girl I met her
Something real romantic lets get fat together
Sometimes nothings better than sitting on the couch eating
movie clips with taco chips and nacho dips and peppers (mhmm)
We had a couple ups and down and made it
Love each other, our family, our sex and our
are words flowing on my pencil on this instrumental
Or maybe I switch it up a bit adjust the tempo like
I change the beat if the aint working
Fall on the floor thats perfect current
Following the formula is that what you for?
How all these douche bags keep running the dance floor?
Douche douche bag
Do it like and you too can make a douche hit
You big game but never gonna do shit
Your girl smelling right tell her douche it
Dance, nah fuck it back to the
I had hi-dea about rock and roll
And how I think its similar to the way that hip hop grow
They it was a fad made by African Americans
And no mother or dad wanted any children 'em
Hated by the they called it devil music
Now these Christian rock bands kids to do it
Time changes I see it right now
It aint just hip hop or & roll its a lifestyle

All I do is make beats weed
And come up these hi-deas, crazy hi-deas
I just make beats weed
And up with these hi-deas, yeah
And now Im getting so [x2]

I was goin' to write a called clichs, just talk about all those clichs you see
Those clichs you hear in
I was goin to write a track called small town, I come a small town
When are a little bit slower
Everybody knows your name its just a little
I was to write a track called I know I shouldnt do it but I love too
Like smoking this weed, pleasures
Yeah crazy