Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

Uhh.. to paradise
Paper planes, flights
to the life

Destinies fulfilled off the filling the pillow talking
How you my highs, I hope you built the coffin
I got virgin lungs please the coughing
Think I'm bout to blow, they call me from Boston
Respect is never given so I it
Get acquainted mine I get them acclimated
Cherry red dice I'm a man I'm never taking twice
Had to escape the
This for ordinary people, don't compare me to rappers
I'm to be like The Beatles,
Give me soul money, niggers is gassed up
Tell them to keep it running, I'm keeping the cut
No snakes, royalty hating niggers don't get no
So it's for me, she invited me in her mouth
You it's cordially, we throwin' racks, she said please don't talk to me
All my niggers is winning, shout out to Charlie
I spit bars the a money machine
A money machine, of course I'm trying to be the king that was of my dream
And wale told me fuck y'all so we yall, we don't love y'all
Loud B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, the last call
We aint heard of that, and we hear of y'all

Doggin, Hard listen, mean muggin for when niggas don't see their C's til see the judges
Dark of town, baby mama blues,
When drama niggers Ndomakong Suh
Old ass defensive as boys,
Why you that bitch up if you cant tend it out boy
I'm a tenant my opinion is

I'm here forever, these other niggers in pencil
Got colors, only look when they're buzzing
I'm at Dallas with luggage flyin to the money
And you don't my slang my colloquial is lovely
So they quote me and me like I'm a poet or something
Hoe I it, I punt it like Reggie Roby or something
Shady feel me, Reggie Smokers disgust me
Make the least of you haters, make the most of money
Have that consistent drive as your motor's running

I to heat up mama house by opening ovens
Now mama see shit on Oprah and know that it's coming
That's real shit, it's bigger than rap, my n-gga Cole busy, but is back
I light up my take a sip of my yack
Thinking back of when the weren't thinking of rap
They weren't of rap, they weren't giving a f-ck
Now I go they be giving it up
I seen it all from Farms to Sursum Corders
They had that rocking a Park that's word to Mike Shinoda
Shout out to Ginnny and free my n-gga Ricky
We always for polo, we miss you little Penny
We skip college, chase dollars and pennies
Not in the of Zamunda but it's mad semi's
Where bad bitches bad intentions just act friendly

This they love you then they hate you, go and ask Fifty
Yeah, go and ask
They love you then they you, go and ask fifty
Go and ask fenty, hating ass n-gga, sweeter sibling
Who got the juice ?
n-gga,
n-gga,
My... keep it deuce nigga
work, work, work, work, work.