Luyện nghe bài hát 30

Sent ya bitch a dick pic and now she need
a bitch slick rick now if I flashed it
Ate a couple took the bud out the plastic
Flicking ashes bitch I stay blasted
Microphone
Magic the sick shit
I post to been dead
But bitch I'm up in this bitch
Verbal poison
Words I
pregnant bitch
Save money on her
I feel Billy Corgan
In a church playing the
Covering too
a Newport
Hurt hoping drugs a the pain a go away
And all these thoughts in my head made the go astray
Step inside a
That around the rhyme
And he close his see visions of white lines
Dying in the arms of a blond blue 20 something
Don't her name now the paramedics chest pu
30 something black male OD'ed off pills he wasn't prescribed
But took his life
Let behind a daughter that doesn't even know him
Because her momma he wouldn't make a living off them poems
But it was a long on a rocky road
Had a hoody and a on the bus in snow
in the cold on the way to the studio
Smoking on a loosey was just a couple yrs ago
Dropped a free mixtapes on the net
And niggas tried to front it wasn't all that
But guess what I'm coming back
Guess what I'm coming back
Signed to fools and everything's all gnarly
Bitches my number just to get up in party
Came along way from extension in the window
Borrowing power just to plug up the Nintendo
Where the ovens never closed and stoves off
Every so cold niggas sleeping scarves
But I would always tell that this shit of get better
You know who you is you the rapper ever
So now the pressures on em to prove that right
Some never know they goals he know his whole life
So now his turn up up to bat
Pitching singles to the label when I use to pitch
Never learned to rap I just knew how
So ever since 8 I knew I would now
When I 28 they like what u gone do now
And now a nigga 30 I don't u me
So the last ten years I been so fucking
Tears in my eyes let me get off my chest
The of no success it got me chasing death
Doing all these drugs in hopes of next
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