Luyện nghe bài hát Alone In Vegas

I let you into my to admire me
The up of this man, I let you see the higher me
The self righteous drug dealer
I'm drawing from both sides, I am
The tug of war the door, entrada
Rip me apart and see inside of this piñata
And rolling in Gymstrada that's one saga
One chapter of black magic, I'm Potter
Feels like I'm doomed to dealing women who
Relationships with fathers won't allow us to bloom
And blossom, I swear them Vegas was fucking awesome
But adiós I blow my own dice before I 'em
Lost some some other niggas double crossed 'em
Tryna my niggas back I blew a small fortune
with the work, we was like the four horsemen
Rick Flair with the flame, I'm Gorgeous
As the wing doors lift
Karate Kid, kick, no Jaden Smith
Whiter than that brush that they paint me with
Sunk leather softer than an angel's kiss
But devil red, tires double tread
I post and parks up, that gets me head
Tight rope walking keep a level head
The bright lights blind look at the devil did

She left the door open a fuck if I'm famous
I write this alone in
off fly street money partied nights with the a-list
I write alone in Vegas
nights when my team blew it all on the tables
I write this in Vegas
I'm the only one and the memories fading so
I write alone in Vegas

They'll do in their power
Stomp near the stove when you're rising like
Make your cake when you threatening their tower
It's nine one one you're on twenty fifth hour
Hasta la vista I'm steppin' out the
How the turns when the pupil's now the teacher
The game can't go by just followin' the
You be better than the ones who precede ya, yeah
'em, upstage 'em
Change the body shape and just update 'em, pagans
Reagan era I ran
Money caused wars through the promised land
First time rich could be a common man
The Guy Fishers had the blueprints and
We just took what we and we built on it
Lord me for the blood that I spilt on it

She left the door gave a fuck if I'm famous
I this alone in Vegas
off fly street money partied nights with the a-list
I write this in Vegas
Remember nights when my blew it all on the tables
I write alone in Vegas
I'm the only one left and the fading so
I write this alone in

Yeah, of God niggas, got me feelin' like Pac
This the realest shit I wrote
Who you know sit in New for two days around Grammy winners
Come back home to the money getters
fourteen thousand dollars worth in twenties
Brown bag money, I call that a good weekend
Re-up gang
Long the caine coming soon
Malice my brother I you
Don 'til the end nigga, Yes!

Hey Manuel, Hope I ain't get you in with that shit man
It was a time ago, you know. aha!
You how we do
My nots, is blacking out on this beat nigga
Yeah, on
My nigga Watts, what up? Yum yum, what up my
Talk shit my nigga
Yeah yeah, is you Is you ready my nigga?
I had to get off my chest.
Is you ready now though? go then
music. Yes!