Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

Uhh.. to paradise
Paper planes, 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, call me George from Boston
is never given so I confiscate it
Get acquainted with mine I get acclimated
red dice I'm a gambling man I'm never taking twice
Had to escape the
This ain't for people, don't compare me to rappers
I'm trying to be The Beatles,
me some soul money, niggers is gassed up
Tell them to keep it running, I'm keeping the cut
No snakes, royalty hating niggers get no pussy
So it's more for me, she me in her mouth
You know it's cordially, we throwin' racks, she said please don't to me
All my niggers is winning, out to Charlie Sheen
I bars the metronome's a money machine
A money machine, of course I'm to be the king that was part of my dream
And wale told me fuck y'all so we yall, we don't love y'all
Loud B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, 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, baby blues,
When ensues niggers Ndomakong Suh
Old ass defensive as boys,
Why you knock that up if you cant tend it out boy
I'm a my opinion 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 straight to the
And you don't understand my slang my colloquial is
So they me and love me like I'm a poet or something
Hoe I kick it, I punt it like Reggie Roby or
Shady feel me, Reggie Smokers disgust me
Make the least of you haters, make the most of your
that consistent drive long as your motor's running

I to heat up mama house by opening ovens
Now mama see that shit on Oprah and know that it's
That's real shit, it's bigger than rap, my Cole busy, but genius is back
I light up my spliff a sip of my yack
back 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 seen it all from Barry Farms to Sursum
They had that like a Park that's word to Mike Shinoda
Shout out to captain Ginnny and my n-gga Ricky
We pray for polo, we miss you little Penny
We college, chase dollars and black pennies
Not in the kingdom of but it's mad semi's
Where bad bitches bad intentions just act friendly

where they 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, hating ass n-gga, than sibling
Who got the juice ?
n-gga,
n-gga,
My... dont keep it nigga
work, work, work, work, work.