Luyện nghe bài hát When The People Cheer

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

Am I a or just another doo rag?
Tryna get ahead on some brand new wave
For entertainment money is the language
So time I speak I'm tryna make another payment
I do 'em dirty and get a dirt nap, that works
my P.O. ask me where I work at
Think I woulda that sleeping in the bird trap
Living on the run like somebody tryna fat
I give a fuck, now maybe that's abstinence
Or the arrogance of someone who got shit
That think money over is a stock tip

I live in a trap where load crack
up in the boxes with a box of Apple Jacks
Everybody acts like God is all
But I got the feelin' he never coming back
So I got an that answer my prayer
Floating on the cloud that I in the air
wins but nobody cares
They want blood when 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
I've been tryna do what's right
But your legs in the air tonight, like Phil Collins
I'm a sex-addicted
Sucker for a skirt
Looking for a coming from work, that I can pervert
On my existential grind doing consequential
for physical pleasure if I don't go mental first
Molly poppin', trolley
Know somebody prolly
That ain't stoppin' me coppin' a feel
Karate in this after-hours spot
Watching mommy rockin'
First I her vodka shots then she eat my Jonnie Cochran
fast, drinkin' capt'
One of them hoes had
The audacity ask me how long this thing would
I said, "You wanna pay for class? Get on that stage and shake ass"
She keep a dick in a box and in an emergency the glass
I make her
She it clap
And she gives me lap dances and I'm thankful that
She keeps the place for me to be unfaithful at