Luyện nghe bài hát 30 For 30 Freestyle

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Never thought I'd be talking this perspective
But I'm not sure what else you expected
When the higher-ups have all together as a collective
With to end my run and send me a message
40, did you get the
Cause I just my phone and I didn't get it
I mean, I say off for a solid effort
But we didn't flinch for a second, we got our together
Yeah, not here to wars
But wanna talk high scores
just dipped off in a white Porsche
And I just came from dinner where I ate well done seared scallops that were to die for
But I got fish to fry
I'm talking bigger than you and I
Kids'll lose their lives, got me scared of losing
And if I my tongue about it, I get crucified
Wrote this shit on a bumpy flight on a summer
Flying over Chattanooga, out here trying to the movement
I got me the Mercedes Pullman
You niggas heard of it, you gotta hit up Google
Back in the city, is getting brutal
These kids'll hit your noodle then take a to the movies
They've been dropping out on both
We ain't in it, we ghost ride
The pen is working if you niggas need ghost lines
I thought you wanted yours like I mine
I guess you just moves on your own time
But just know it'll be January in no
And absence is very concerning
It's like you went on with no plan of returning
Shit is for sport, I need it 30 for 30
Banners are ready in we need to retire your jersey
I got a club in the arena
Championships, celebrations during regular
testing for women that I never slept with
I'm legally obligated if they it
So much legal action like I'm Michael
Luckily, I'm great at distraction
Used to get no reaction, now I'm
Ah nigga, that shit go platinum
I just listened to To My Dreams
Wide and uneducated at 19
I can't rap that, all young and naive
Not all of the shit I've seen and the things I believe
changing, thank you for all your patience
I'm just in a different space and I choose to it
4,000 square feet just isn't as
You loved me back in the basement, guess it is what we it
I'm tired of awkward exchanges and nigga's ways
Tired of champagne toasts people that look away
Peyton and Eli niggas called me they brother the season start
And I don't see you end up with nothing
Y'all the word "family" around too much in discussion
Rookie season, I would've never thought this was
They knees give out and they to you all of a sudden
Now you the one buckets
They put their arm around you, now you the crutches
Kids got on your number cause you the one look up to
And women that you seen on TV look better in
And either they wanna fuck you or convince you they can to see where it goes from there
But these ain't the from Brampton, this ain't that local action
The haters bringing me and my people closer, actually
What happened to the things you niggas said was supposed to
Are we supposed to ignore the fact that it never happened?
We supposed to get the pie and then split it in two?
Supposed to forget your mistakes but not forget you?
My plan was to make the product jump off the shelf
And the money like secrets, keep that shit to ourselves
Papi champú, young de sies dios
6 G-O-D, I think I was destined for this shit when I was 'round Cole and T.I
And Young Dro was popping off, well I?
Way before niggas had they hands out like doing macarena
But who am I to complain now, I'm around, they know