Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

Uhh.. to paradise
planes, long flights
Welcome to the

Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the pillow
How you killing my highs, I hope you the coffin
I got virgin lungs please excuse the
Think I'm bout to blow, they me George from Boston
Respect is given so I confiscate it
Get with mine I get them acclimated
red dice I'm a gambling man I'm never taking twice
Had to the life
This ain't for ordinary people, don't compare me to
I'm trying to be The Beatles,
me some soul money, niggers is gassed up
Tell them to it running, I'm keeping 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 it's cordially, we 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 part of my
And wale me fuck y'all so we fuck yall, we don't love y'all
Loud B.O.T. y'all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call
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 side of town, baby blues,
When drama ensues niggers Suh
Old ass defensive as boys,
Why you knock bitch up if you cant tend it out boy
I'm a tenant my opinion is

I'm here forever, other niggers scribble in pencil
Got indelible colors, only when they're buzzing
I'm at Dallas with flyin straight to the money
And you don't my slang my colloquial is lovely
So they quote me and love me like I'm a or something
Hoe I kick it, I punt it like Reggie or something
Shady bitches'll feel me, 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 shit on Oprah and know that it's
real shit, it's bigger than rap, my n-gga Cole busy, but genius is back
I up my spliff take a sip of my yack
Thinking back of when the city thinking of rap
They weren't thinking of rap, 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 like a that's word to Mike Shinoda
Shout out to captain and free my n-gga Ricky
We always pray for polo, we you little Penny
We skip college, chase dollars and black
Not in the kingdom of Zamunda but mad semi's
Where bad bitches with bad just act friendly

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