Luyện nghe bài hát Alone In Vegas

I let you into my to admire me
The make up of this man, I let you see the me
The self drug dealer dichotomy
I'm drawing both sides, I am Siamese
The tug of war opens the door,
Rip me apart and see inside of this piñata
And rolling kilos in that's one saga
One chapter of black magic, I'm Potter
Feels like I'm to dealing with women who
Relationships with their won't allow us to bloom
And blossom, I swear them nights was fucking awesome
But adiós I blow my own before I toss 'em
Lost some niggas some niggas double crossed 'em
Tryna snatch my back I blew a small fortune
Wrestle with the work, we was like the four
Rick Flair the flame, I'm motherfucking Gorgeous
As the gull wing lift
Kid, crane kick, no Jaden Smith
Whiter than that coke that they paint me with
leather seats softer than an angel's kiss
But they devil red, double tread
I post and parks up, that gets me double
Tight rope walking keep a level head
The bright lights blind look at what the did

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

do everything in their power
Stomp near the stove when you're like flour
Make your cake fall when you threatening tower
nine one one you're on your twenty fifth hour
Hasta la vista I'm out the bleachers
How the tide turns when the now the teacher
The game can't go by followin' the leaders
You gotta be than the ones who precede ya, yeah
'em, upstage 'em
Change the whole body shape and just 'em, pagans
era I ran contraband
Money caused turf wars through the promised
First time rich could be a common man
The Guy had the blueprints and diagrams
We just took what we needed and we on it
Lord forgive me for the blood that I on it

She left the open gave a fuck if I'm famous
I this alone in Vegas
Came off fly street money nights with the a-list
I this alone in Vegas
nights when my team 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 shit I ever wrote
Who you sit in New York for two days around Grammy winners
Come home straight to the money getters
fourteen thousand dollars worth in twenties
Brown paper bag money, I call that a weekend
gang forever
Long live the coming soon
my brother I love you
Liva Don the end nigga, Yes!

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