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 built the
I got virgin lungs please the coughing
Think I'm bout to blow, call me George from Boston
Respect is given so I confiscate it
Get acquainted with mine I get them
Cherry red dice I'm a man I'm never taking twice
Had to escape the
This ain't for ordinary people, compare me to rappers
I'm to be like The Beatles,
me some soul money, niggers is gassed up
Tell them to it running, I'm keeping the grass cut
No snakes, royalty niggers don't get no pussy
So more 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 is winning, shout out to Charlie Sheen
I bars the metronome's a money machine
A money machine, of I'm trying to be the king that was part of my dream
And told me fuck y'all so we fuck yall, we don't love y'all
B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call
We aint 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
Dark side of town, mama blues,
When drama ensues niggers Suh
Old lyin ass as boys,
Why you that bitch up if you cant tend it out boy
I'm a tenant my is monumental

I'm here forever, these other scribble in pencil
Got indelible colors, only when they're buzzing
I'm at Dallas luggage flyin straight to the money
And you understand my slang my colloquial is lovely
So quote me and love 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 that consistent drive long as your running

I used to heat up house by opening ovens
Now mama see that on Oprah and know that it's coming
real shit, it's 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 weren't of rap
They weren't thinking of rap, 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 rocking like a Park that's word to Mike Shinoda
Shout out to captain Ginnny and my n-gga Ricky
We always for polo, we miss you little Penny
We skip college, dollars and black pennies
Not in the of Zamunda but it's mad semi's
Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act

This where love 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, ass n-gga, sweeter than sibling
Who got the n-gga ?
n-gga,
n-gga,
My... dont it deuce nigga
work, work, work, work, work.