Luyện nghe bài hát Adam & Eve

1]
The ghetto, Othello, the
Oh my God, speak venomous on the boy
Oh my Lord, my enemy is fear, and I'm
Oh my God, they want the end of me 'cause I'm
Oh my Lord, discipline for the win, I go for it
It's a for these men to die on their own sword
Journey far, who you can be
But you can who you are when you around family
Chip off shoulders and soldiers, on they grizzle
My granddaddy Mac Little Dandy Little
They passed down wisdom, blessings given
Pray my sins don't get to my children
I a killin', I'm alive like the morning star
Jordan's for the price on stock, so what the Hornets are?
I evaluations, I'm savvy y'all
Eatin' foie and caviar, listen

and Eve
Don't fall too far the apple tree, ayy
and Eve, Adam and Eve
Don't fall too far from the apple tree, tree

2]
The ghosts of dance
Chinchillas shake on the hanger, the force of banger
Yeah, my language advance, my cadence
The voice triggers
What is conundrum?
The clouds scurry, your spirit rumble, a smile
Still puff the loud, it's nothin' less a quarter pound
Savage narrative, every verse that I write light
awareness to my personal life
After my morning walk, Havana cigar, the ganja
See my more, sweatin' the sauna or the spa
fifty large at the Bellagio
Spent twenty on a bad bitch I know
New girl night, two girls was every other night
Sexual addiction, tradition
They wanna fuck me, me under they belt, slightly offended
Yeah, that's how I felt, that's how it
I'm just good at existin', existed in my
As long as I enjoy the fruit,

and Eve
Don't fall too far from the tree, ayy
and Eve, Adam and Eve
Don't too far from the apple tree, apple tree

3]
What come first, or the paper?
Before I had a of paper, peace was in my favor
Before I sat to eat at the it had leeches and traitors
Cut the fat from the meat, the weak, bon appetit
No bacon, brothers is
It's so hard to 'em 'cause my hustle is mine
It's evident they all the
gray hair and still mean muggin'
Gray hairs of wisdom, that means you seen
Say somethin', you frontin'
But these got false crowns, fictional kings
You my heart, Fredo
You bring thing of ours down to a fable
Be my guys dryin', enterprisin' at the boss's table
There's always at my table
Insecurities is keepin' you
All this money to get, is it less
They ain't stopped printin' money, 'cause they made
I learned to stretch time, these are the times
I'm in my in stadiums, the Mets' kind
restaurants and Carbone, spicy rigatoni
Go hard, a red Bordeaux, oh God!

and Eve
Don't fall too far from the tree, ayy
Adam and Eve, and Eve
Don't fall too far from the apple tree, apple