Luyện nghe bài hát 44 Bars

If you're war, backwards stay far
We're dealing with truths and
Come some more into my

Yeah, in London talkin' to Rhetorik my life and shit
I the album was finished but I keep writing shit
It's kind of funny how changed and rearranged
No matter what happens, everything ain't gon' be the
The incredible album, what an incredible
I grip the mic and then talk to the people I'm Malcolm
I used to think the and money was the motivation
Until I the world and met the people face to face and
Understood that the power was in that basement
It ain't about the and notoriety
It's about the and making a difference in society
But don't get it twisted, this I'm living is like a movie
The Godfather, the Goodfella an Uzi
One with the people, if the people is who's he?
level, the same rebel that never settled
Pullin' strings like Geppeto who the ghetto
And I know you wrote me and I still ain't
Cause shit is now, it's forced upon me
stances
I used to all my time conversing with you
But now I this song to let you know I'm hurting with you
Shit is too big, but be honest, man
It's kinda bittersweet, besides the shows and meet and greets only see me on the street
And even then, that shit is rare—I don't go outside
Cause I don't fuck with this world, I'd rather hide
misconception, "Cause I rap, I must be filled with pride"
Shit I perfect, if you heard different then someone lied
in my ear telling me, "Talk that shit"
Actions speak louder words, I'd rather walk that shit
Since the first
I'm one of the highest on the label
six months I put the second one on they table
I've played sold out shows in of the world I can't pronounce
Release the tickets, watch them disappear we announce
Fuck all murderous syllable shit right now
Just let me
The mood around me is people that by the ounce
Leave Friday for the show and come back with a hundred grand
Don't with checks, so when I bounce I prefer cash in hand
You know my first week looking due to high demand
people don't buy music in this day and age
They buy the
There's ups and downs, get me wrong
But back when I ain't have
Felt I would've sold my soul to make it with this rap shit
Thank God he never let Lucifer enough to ask
Let me it by workin' hard and busting my ass
Achieved a lot in life, but a lot with more to gain?
At least I don't drink to avoid the hurt, we call Champagne

Come some into my sight
Come some more my sight...