Luyện nghe bài hát 30

Sent ya a dick pic and now she need glasses
Turn a bitch rick now if I flashed it
Ate a pills took the bud out the plastic
Flicking ashes bitch I stay blasted
Microphone
Magic with the sick
Said I to been dead
But bitch I'm still up in bitch
Verbal poison
I cortisone
Fucked bitch
Save on her abortion
I feel like Corgan
In a church playing the
too short
Smoking a
Hurt hoping drugs a the pain a go away
And all these thoughts in my head the sane go astray
Step inside a
That revolves around the
And he his eyes see visions of white lines
Dying in the arms of a blue eyed 20 something
know her name now the paramedics chest pu
30 something black male OD'ed off pills that he prescribed
But took his life
Let behind a daughter that doesn't really know him
Because her momma thought he wouldn't make a living off poems
But it was a journey on a rocky road
Had a hoody and a jacket on the bus in
in the cold on the way to the studio
Smoking on a loosey that was just a yrs ago
Dropped a couple mixtapes on the net
And niggas to front like it wasn't all that
But what bitch I'm coming back
Guess bitch I'm coming back
Signed to fools gold and all gnarly
Bitches want my just to get up in party
Came along way from cords in the window
Borrowing neighbors power to plug up the Nintendo
Where the ovens closed and stoves never off
Every winter so niggas sleeping scarves
But I would tell myself that this shit of get better
You know who you is you the rapper ever
So now the pressures on em to prove voice right
Some people never know they goals he his whole life
So now his up fixing up to bat
singles to the label when I use to pitch crack
Never learned to rap I always knew how
So ever 8 I knew what I would now
When I turned 28 they like what u 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 of no success it got me chasing death
Doing all these in hopes of OD'ing next
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