Luyện nghe bài hát 30

Sent ya bitch a dick pic and now she glasses
Turn a bitch slick rick now if I it
Ate a pills took the bud out the plastic
Flicking cigarette ashes bitch I blasted
Microphone
Magic with the shit
Said I to been dead
But bitch I'm still up in this
Verbal herbal
I cortisone
Fucked pregnant
money on her abortion
I feel Billy Corgan
In a church the organ
too short
Smoking a
Hurt hoping drugs a help the pain a go
And all these thoughts in my made the sane go astray
Step inside a
That 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 OD'ed off pills that he wasn't prescribed
But took his life
Let behind a daughter that doesn't really 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 hoody and a on the bus in snow
Walking in the on the way to the studio
Smoking on a loosey that was a couple yrs ago
Dropped a free mixtapes on the net
And niggas to front like it wasn't all that
But guess bitch I'm coming back
Guess what bitch I'm back
Signed to fools and everything's all gnarly
Bitches my number just to get up in party
Came along way extension cords in the window
neighbors power just to plug up the Nintendo
Where the never closed and stoves never off
winter so cold niggas sleeping scarves
But I would always tell myself that this of get better
You know who you is you the rapper ever
So now the on em to prove that voice right
Some people never know they goals he his whole life
So now his turn up up to bat
singles to the label when I use to pitch crack
Never learned to rap I just always how
So ever since 8 I knew I would now
When I 28 they like what u gone do now
And now a 30 I don't u heard me
So the ten years I been so fucking stressed
in my eyes let me get this off my chest
The thought of no success it got me death
Doing all these drugs in hopes of next
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