Luyện nghe bài hát BRACKETS

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

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

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It's been a long time since I have felt 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 to fill this void
Lord knows I need something to fill void
Lord knows I need something to fill void
knows I need something to fill this void

Hell yeah boy, I'm a goddamn now
yeah, nigga, they can't tell me shit now, bro, hell no, fuck that
Bitch, got my first motherfuckin' dollar check nigga
I'm goddamn lit boy, you crazy as
Hold up, my phone real quick, it's my Unc'
Uncle Sam and
"What's up Unc'? Yup. Hey, I told you that was coming in,
I gotchu when it in. Goddamn, I'm a man of my word. Goddamn,
I told you I'ma have it, and goddamn, I'ma 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 half my dick!

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

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(Whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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