Luyện nghe bài hát Let It Rain

Uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, now I'm ready, uh

Your slim pickings
Lay 'em out grilled chicken
It's been an hour but that blunt still hittin' like a
scampi with Batali, 50 feet from the Pantheon
And my life, 60k for the glass pipe
I'll break it on your head if you don't act
There'll be playin' like a cop died
I wiggle 850s wearing foxhide
I pray to Jobu we all get money and live life sunny with a gold pool
But the fact is, I stand like cactus
Hide money tempurpedic mattresses, shit
You don't know the of this (you bitch) nah (you bitch)
I serve the Jersey Line with furs on (Uh)
It's my world, get my on (Oh)
the turbo on the Cherokee for certain
It's like my life directed by Tim
And daddy twisted off the
And I'm always on the center
Reminisce on better days in a hammock, Hemingway
to get a better brain, then it rained
Let it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I must've been a junkie in my life, man
I must've been a junkie in my past

in front of McDonald's, throwin' bottles
Ninety degrees, on
Ma, your gone
A lot of graves to be on
Land of the free I think wrong (I wrong)
You know I got the drug so
Johnny a hit
He died, came back, said, "That's shit" (Goddamn!)
Two-twenty in Toyota (Uh)
The shit sound like I'm off bazookas (Uh)
Flushing, Queens, no business here
weapons with no hand twitches here (Uh-uh)
Plus the strength of oxen
Hold it down, though, there's no
Let it (Uh)
I must've been a junkie in my past life, you
I must've been a in my past life, fuck
I been a junkie in my past life

Uh, these dudes trash Michael Jordan jeans
Hahaha, it. I'm done