Luyện nghe bài hát 50 Ways

DJ
Why you keep givin me cards I can't
I throw these two back, you throw me two more, they're so
I couldn't get the winning hand that I in my sleep
when the dream get good, I get trampled by sheep
Nightmares, even when I'm in day
I'm havin dreams that I'm runnin but there's in the way
And this man in a suit, he take a toke and he say,
"You a promise that you made and you broke it today."
Now which part of this movie here did I just
Did I really sell my soul to this big red
I don't think what you got to offer is really
For cars sex and houses, money and
I'd rather be broke and own nothin but piece of
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 afloat
Cause I feel like I'm suffocatin, I breathe
I wanna go, but I'm too afraid to
Take me with you Mausie, I you're seein somethin grand
as you fade away, and you release my hand
And it shook my balance, cause you no more alive
You think I'd see you, if I chewed 45?
Oh I'd be the first person poppin three, me
to the abyss, but I miss, what's me?
I got the pressures of the WORLD on my back
My nerves are into jelly and I'm bout to crack
You think I'm cheatin on my homies, by back?
No I really them all because the truth is wack
Forever bars and scars
Bein trapped and dyin makes forever stars
Tell me why am I so
And the way life's goin, like when hell comes, I'ma be a resident

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DJ
tell me Quik, suck it up, I'm supposed to
But me and Mausberg was closer than most
It ain't dramatized, and it a fuckin act
when traumatized, and it ain't no turnin back
When you're so connected, and hard to keep your focus
When you're so affected, and it's hard to again
When you're so neglected - suck it up, I'm to
That easy for somebody you're close to, shit
See your in a coffin is so wicked and vivid
gon' be harder on all of us, cause we gon' relive it
Over and over, drunk or sober, from October to
I feel like I'm gettin knocked over
And all the money in the world, don't make it
And a whole bottle of alcohol, don't it wetter
With a blur and a slur I'm still callin ya
And on top of this you add fame? Wild
But when you start to bubble then your they spite you
And if you go to church, then hip-hop won't you
I feel like a on a worldwide stage
but at the same time trapped in a real tight
With no way out, I play out, then I come
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 realize that y'all ain't got the taste
Even with somethin new, they look at you
And without a hot face, you old
And leavin me stressed and
How could I be finished with West coast rap? I helped it!