Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

Uhh.. Welcome to
Paper planes, long
Welcome to the

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

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

I'm here forever, these other niggers in pencil
Got indelible colors, only look when buzzing
I'm at with luggage flyin straight to the money
And you understand my slang my colloquial is lovely
So they quote me and me like I'm a poet or something
Hoe I kick it, I punt it like Roby or something
bitches'll feel me, Reggie Smokers disgust me
Make the least of you haters, the most of your money
Have consistent drive long as your motor's running

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

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