Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

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

Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the pillow
How you my highs, I hope you built the coffin
I got virgin please excuse the coughing
Think I'm bout to blow, they call me from Boston
Respect is given so I confiscate it
Get acquainted with I get them acclimated
red dice I'm a gambling man I'm never taking twice
Had to escape the
This ain't for ordinary people, don't compare me to
I'm to be like The Beatles,
Give me some money, niggers is gassed up
them to keep it running, I'm keeping the grass cut
No snakes, royalty hating niggers 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 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 of my dream
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 heard of that, and we aint hear of y'all

Doggin, Hard listen, mean muggin for niggas don't see their C's til they see the judges
Dark side of town, mama blues,
drama 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 is monumental

I'm forever, these other niggers scribble in pencil
Got indelible colors, only when they're buzzing
I'm at Dallas with luggage flyin 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 it like Reggie Roby or something
Shady bitches'll feel me, Reggie disgust me
Make the least of you haters, make the of your money
Have consistent drive long as your motor's running

I used to heat up house by opening ovens
Now mama see that shit on Oprah and know that coming
That's real shit, it's bigger than rap, my n-gga Cole busy, but is back
I light up my take a sip of my yack
Thinking of when the city weren't thinking of rap
They weren't thinking of rap, they weren't giving a
Now everywhere I go they be it up
I it all from Barry Farms to Sursum Corders
They had that rocking 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 of Zamunda but it's mad semi's
bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

This where they you then they hate you, go and ask Fifty
Yeah, go and ask
They love you then they 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... keep it deuce nigga
work, work, work, work, work.