Luyện nghe bài hát 30

Sent ya bitch a dick pic and now she glasses
Turn a bitch slick now if I flashed it
Ate a couple pills took the bud out the
cigarette ashes bitch I stay blasted
Microphone
Magic with the sick
I post to been dead
But bitch I'm still up in bitch
Verbal herbal
I cortisone
Fucked bitch
Save money on her
I feel Billy Corgan
In a playing the organ
Covering too
Smoking a
hoping drugs a help the pain a go away
And all these thoughts in my head made the sane go
Step a mind
revolves around the rhyme
And he close his eyes see of white lines
Dying in the arms of a blond eyed 20 something
Don't know her name now the paramedics pu
30 something black male OD'ed off pills he wasn't prescribed
But took his life
Let a daughter that doesn't really even know him
Because her momma he wouldn't make a living off them poems
But it was a journey on a rocky road
Had a and a jacket on the bus in snow
in the cold on the way to the studio
Smoking on a that was just a couple yrs ago
Dropped a free mixtapes on the net
And tried to front like it wasn't all that
But guess what I'm coming back
Guess what bitch I'm back
Signed to gold and everything's all gnarly
Bitches want my number to get up in party
along way from extension cords in the window
Borrowing neighbors power just to plug up the
Where the ovens closed and stoves never off
Every so cold niggas sleeping scarves
But I would tell myself that this shit of get better
You who you is you the greatest rapper ever
So now the pressures on em to prove that right
Some people never know they goals he his whole life
So now his up fixing up to bat
Pitching singles to the when I use to pitch crack
Never learned to rap I always knew how
So since 8 I knew what I would now
I turned 28 they like what u gone do now
And now a nigga 30 I don't u me
So the last ten years I so fucking stressed
Tears in my let me get this off my chest
The thought of no success it got me chasing
Doing all these in hopes of OD'ing next
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