Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

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

Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the talking
How you my highs, I hope you built the coffin
I got lungs please excuse the coughing
Think I'm bout to blow, they me George from Boston
Respect is given so I confiscate it
Get acquainted with I get them acclimated
Cherry red dice I'm a gambling man I'm never twice
Had to escape the
ain't for ordinary people, don't compare me to rappers
I'm to be like The Beatles,
Give me some money, niggers is gassed up
Tell them to keep it running, I'm the grass cut
No snakes, hating niggers don't get no pussy
So it's for me, she invited me in her mouth
You know cordially, we throwin' racks, she said please don't talk to me
All my is winning, shout out to Charlie Sheen
I spit bars the metronome's a machine
A money machine, of course I'm trying to be the king was part of my dream
And told me fuck y'all 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 heard of that, and we aint hear of y'all

Doggin, Hard listen, mean muggin for when niggas don't see C's til they see the judges
side of town, baby mama blues,
When drama ensues Ndomakong Suh
Old lyin ass as boys,
Why you knock that bitch up if you tend it out boy
I'm a my opinion is monumental

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

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

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