Luyện nghe bài hát 2Face

Hey I got a in a dream
But its all a got so its about that green
And im all up in spot
Hey

1]
Yeah the mental of a young black genius conflicted
The life I done seen on the screen is addictive
and clothes I done dreamed about
And all the hoes that I thinked
Ey tell me am I for visualizing material shit I neva had
Waving gats of flags the American dream
Why do we to the villians?
Knowing they
My n-ggas high enough to swaing from the
Ink from the pen on my notebook
Filled with dreams, this is my whole
the screams from girls shot and killed fill my head on a daily
At times I God can you blame me they can't tame me?
My voice screech through the Im a beast on em
Oh no he not fold you will not see a priest on him
He will not slip or lose his grip they got cleats on em
But never will he run unless you call on em

One time, two times, three
Sometimes I scrap sometimes Im up the peace sign
Its two to a n-gga though
I Its two sides to a n-gga yo
Ey sometimes im feeling high
Then im low
Lord I die will I survive let a n-gga know
You say you me but what side did you get to know?
Its two to a n-gga yo yo yo

2]
Yeah some n-ggas put out on me and my mans
Wasn't for the pistol we drop em right where he stands
But still we never ran foolish pride made us right there
Not understanding we could lose our there
And then the hit us, thinking the close calls from long distance
Ugh as lil n-ggas in the we was trippin
Type of nose ass to watching the fight until its over
They ran the gatts came out, I moved closer
Foolish what was I wasn't trying to be cool its
Just the of the danger get so filled up with anger
When a stranger get to
He on me wide awake, bitch i,ll annihilate him
Im tired of wait on my ticket out mothaf-cka
Hope they don't me before I get up out this mothaf-cka
I go,
Now can I be that n-gga I thought I was? I gotta
Will I make it like I I would? I gotta blow

3]
Yeah I seen heaven, seen
The two of the Ville
One dreams, the other sides real
One side schemes, the other side
What the pain another mother cry still
Why the f-ck am I here
That n-gga died why the am I still alive?
I feel ashamed cause the good Lord brought all this success to me
And all I to focus on is all this stress on me
Bless homie we
Cold got me sneezing
this when I was broke so hey I guess we even
Though it blows fighting demons to stop from bustin semen
In an unfamiliar bitch I my n-ggas feel this shit
How could I her raw? And I just met the hoe
My dick took over it aint never felt wet before
Im stressing in my but its way to late to stop it
Make shit so bad, I had a condom in my pocket
Lets change the
I go berserk
I'm so alert, riding 95
Naw I aint finna to go to
I'm headed back home aint staying that
I'm chasing shawty im paying back loans
I'm paying dues a n-gga paying tax on
Im blow like a n-gga playing saxophone
Im playing daddy to another n-ggas
don't even Jesus never saw his real father
I bother me at all though
Yeah say it bother me
They got me thinking my mom though
Man I cant to sing this song I be like, I be like

Hey cry hey ohh no
We aint gotta worry bout the money no
We aint gotta worry how them bill get paid
We aint gotta worry how the get fed
Hey cry hey ohh no
We aint gotta bout the money no more
We aint gotta worry how them bill get paid
We gotta worry how the meals get fed
Hey Hey Hey