Luyện nghe bài hát Adam & Eve

1]
The ghetto, Othello, the
Oh my God, speak venomous on the boy
Oh my Lord, my is fear, and I'm sure
Oh my God, they the end of me 'cause I'm pure
Oh my Lord, discipline for the win, I go for it
It's a trend for 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 their shoulders and soldiers, on they
My granddaddy Mac Little married Little
They down wisdom, blessings were given
my sins don't get passed to my children
I made a killin', I'm alive like the morning
Court Jordan's for the price on stock, so what the are?
I need evaluations, I'm savvy
Eatin' foie gras and caviar,

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

2]
The ghosts of gangsters
Chinchillas shake on the hanger, the force of this
Yeah, my language advance, my amazin'
The voice somethin'
What is conundrum?
The clouds scurry, your spirit rumble, a smile
Still puff the loud, it's nothin' less than a pound
Savage narrative, every verse that I write bursts
Brings to my personal life
After my morning walk, Havana cigar, the ganja
See my more, sweatin' the sauna or the spa
Spendin' fifty at the Bellagio
Spent on a bad bitch I hardly know
New girl night, two girls was every other night
addiction, gangster tradition
They wanna fuck me, have me they belt, slightly offended
Yeah, how I felt, that's how it ended
I'm just good at existin', in my truth
As long as I the fruit, yeah

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

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

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