Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

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

Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the talking
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 acquainted with I get them acclimated
Cherry red I'm a gambling 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 to keep it running, I'm keeping the grass cut
No snakes, royalty hating niggers don't get no
So it's more for me, she me in her mouth
You know it's cordially, we throwin' racks, she said please talk to me
All my niggers is winning, shout out to Sheen
I bars the metronome's a money machine
A money machine, of course I'm trying to be the that was part of my dream
And wale told me fuck y'all so we fuck yall, we love y'all
Loud B.O.T. above y'all, at 4 am, fuck the last call
We aint heard of that, and we aint of y'all

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

I'm here forever, these niggers scribble in pencil
Got indelible colors, only when they're buzzing
I'm at Dallas luggage flyin straight to the money
And you don't understand my slang my colloquial is
So they quote me and love me like I'm a poet or
Hoe I kick it, I punt it like Reggie or something
Shady bitches'll feel me, Reggie Smokers me
Make the least of you haters, the most of your money
Have that 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 coming
That's 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 weren't of rap
They weren't thinking of rap, they giving a f-ck
Now everywhere I go be giving it up
I seen it all from Barry Farms to Sursum
They had rocking like a Park that's word to Mike Shinoda
Shout out to captain Ginnny and free my Ricky
We always pray for polo, we miss you little
We skip college, dollars and black pennies
Not in the kingdom of Zamunda but mad semi's
Where bad with bad intentions just act friendly

This where they love you 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 than
Who got the n-gga ?
n-gga,
n-gga,
My... dont keep it deuce
work, work, work, work, work.