Luyện nghe bài hát Abortion

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I see you with your palms in your
But me, me, see me, I got the world in my
I it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker
I'm a of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker

I your name, yeah
Your is unimportant
We in the belly of the
And she thinking abortion

1]
I woke up this morning, black hard
Ashed my in my Grammy Award
You can save your bullshit on your card
If this real n*gga business, then you n*ggas
on the celly, called Machiavelli
He he was gravy, I say I was jelly
Looked in the mirror, "You's an ill n*gga"
I ran to the money like track and field n*gga
Now I think I'll have me a coffee with six
In a world full of ass-kissers and pullers
I'm tryna walk a straight line but the crooked
I'm shooting for the stars, astronauts dodge
Yeah, I a brand new attitude
The hate is music to my ears, I got my dancin'
Sometimes we shit that there is no answer to
But I just built a on "I don't give a f*ck" Avenue

I see you with your palms in pants
But me, me, see me, I got the world in my
I it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker
I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a

I know your name,
Your is unimportant
We in the belly of the
And she thinking 'bout

2]
Down on the ceiling, up at the bed
Life is a gamble check the point spread
And when sucks, I just enjoy the head
I'm so sick of n*ggas, I need meds
on a hallelujah, thank you Jesus
Help me focus on the and not the previous
Double R, I'm a with a reason
you gotta fight the devil with a demon
Blood is in the streets and it is up to my
Underground shit, I see myself as a
in the glass, and everybody's looking
But how can you get the picture, if you know who took it?
This current affairs, but who the hell
Everybody's fighting over positions, chairs
On the road to redemption, you use a few spares,
I'm just ready so I come prepared

I know your name,
Your is unimportant
We in the of the beast
And she thinking 'bout

And the red glare, the bombs bursting in air
Life is a roller coaster, but still
A blessing in disguise is before our eyes
But since it is in disguise, we know that it's there

And I see you your palms in your pants
But me, me, see me, I got the in my hands
I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical
I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a

I your name...