Luyện nghe bài hát 50 Ways

DJ
Why you keep givin me I can't keep?
I throw these two back, you throw me two more, they're so
I couldn't get the winning hand that I wanted in my
Cause when the dream get good, I get trampled by
Nightmares, when I'm walkin in day
I'm havin dreams that I'm but there's smoke in the way
And there's this man in a suit, he a toke and he say,
"You have a promise that you made and you it today."
Now which of this movie here did I just miss?
Did I sell my soul to this big red bitch?
I think what you got to offer is really enough
For cars sex and houses, and stuff
I'd rather be broke and own nothin but of mind
and a Benz, and a house, and a
on top, help me out before I sink the
There's gotta be more than 50 ways to keep
Cause I like I'm suffocatin, I can't breathe
I go, but I'm too afraid to leave
Take me with you Mausie, I know seein somethin grand
as you away, and you gently release my hand
And it my balance, cause you ain't no more alive
You think I'd see you, if I this 45?
Oh I'd be the first poppin three, droppin me
to the abyss, but I miss, stoppin me?
I got the pressures of the on my little back
My are turnin into jelly and I'm bout to crack
You think I'm cheatin on my homies, by holdin
No I protect them all because the truth is wack
Forever and forever scars
Bein trapped and dyin makes forever stars
Tell me why am I so
And the way life's goin, looks like when comes, I'ma be a resident

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DJ
They tell me Quik, it up, I'm supposed to
But me and Mausberg was than most knew
It ain't dramatized, and it ain't a act
you're traumatized, and it ain't no turnin back
When you're so connected, and it's hard to keep focus
When you're so affected, and it's hard to love
When you're so neglected - suck it up, I'm to
That ain't easy for somebody close to, shit
See your in a coffin is so wicked and vivid
It's gon' be harder on all of us, cause we gon' it
Over and over, drunk or sober, October to October
I feel like I'm gettin knocked over
And all the in the world, don't make it better
And a whole bottle of alcohol, make it wetter
With a blur and a slur I'm still ya name
And on top of drama you add fame? Wild
But when you start to bubble then your they spite you
And if you go to church, hip-hop won't like you
I feel a giant on a worldwide stage
but at the same time in a real tight cage
no way out, I play out, then I come back
Cause an unwritten law that says I can't be wack
So I put on my game face, go to the same place
Only to that y'all ain't got the same taste
Even with somethin new, they look at you
And a hot face, consider you old
And leavin me stressed and
How could I be finished with West coast rap? I helped it!