Luyện nghe bài hát Alone In Vegas

I let you into my diary to me
The make up of man, I let you see the higher me
The self righteous dealer dichotomy
I'm drawing both sides, I am Siamese
The tug of war opens the door,
Rip me apart and see what's of this piñata
And kilos in Gymstrada that's one saga
One of black magic, I'm Harold Potter
Feels like I'm to dealing with women who
with their 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 snatch my niggas back I blew a small
Wrestle with the work, we was like the horsemen
Rick with the flame, I'm motherfucking Gorgeous
As the gull wing lift
Kid, crane kick, no Jaden Smith
Whiter than that coke brush they paint me with
Sunk leather seats softer an angel's kiss
But they red, tires double tread
I post and parks up, that gets me double
rope walking tryna keep a level head
The bright lights look at what the devil did

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

do everything in their power
Stomp near the stove you're rising like flour
Make your cake when you threatening their tower
It's nine one one you're on your fifth hour
la vista I'm steppin' out the bleachers
How the tide turns when the pupil's now the
The game can't go by just followin' the
You be better than the ones who precede ya, yeah
'em, upstage 'em
Change the whole body shape and just update 'em,
era I ran contraband
Money caused turf wars through the land
First time being rich could be a man
The Guy had the blueprints and diagrams
We just took we needed and we built on it
forgive me for the blood that I spilt on it

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

Yeah, fear of God niggas, got me like Pac
This the realest I ever wrote
Who you know sit in New York for two days Grammy winners
Come back home straight to the getters
About thousand dollars worth in twenties
paper bag money, I call that a good weekend
Re-up gang
Long live the caine coming
Malice my I love you
Don 'til the end nigga, Yes!

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