Luyện nghe bài hát Anything

Long, long, long look
Long, long, long away
I owe you anything
I owe you anything
Long, long, long look
Long, long, long look
I don't owe you
I don't owe you

1]
Yo
Locked in a hospital, a dead nurse with big and slit wrists
Tried to me pills but I resist
I'm dangerous as out of tanks
You don't my DNA strands to recognize my killer traits
I lost my mind, I'm haunted by the words I've invented
To the point, they're me glasses of Nyquil with my dinner
I associate the infliction of pain with
Frequently insult my neighbors wearing blood stained
People that never visit insist that I owe them
I'm taking Rohypnol and praying I don't exist
Damn near wanna a party off exhilaration
I get from squeezing the life out of a human body shaking
I'm a happening to accident, blessed sacriment
Festering blasphemist, arrogant acrobat
Riding camelbacks under circus tents, off Percocets
Possessed till I'm at Bernie Mac's funeral services

2]
You've got mental problems, I'm
It's that mine is greater
At least you have honor to live in the I put ink to paper
10, 000 hours of labor, limitless
An undeniable perfectionist that plagues the souls of
Hand me a scalpel I'll scribes on your face
I make people run, that's why they it the human race
XL campaign, don't owe you a thang
Tear a turtles head off, blood out of shells like canteens
I can't scream, I got the machines ready
holding my piece like I'm not objecting at a wedding
Was manufactured in Heaven to be a tourist
Placed specifically on Earth, quantuum over other artists
Dirty my name, the seeds of discontent were
That's grounds for murder, I'm stoned, you took me for
Damn it, you think I owe you something, get it in
James last words, "Chino's verse is a hell of a drug"

3]
(Get me out of here)
I just some time to get my mind right
it's back to these bitches yelling "Go Daddy" like the website
Run away cross me
You won't be able to through your house without tripping over some dead offspring
I'm getting stressed by the
Don't even my name down unless it has "Paid To The Order" in front of it
Budgeted, trying to feed your is real
Gas looking bigger than the numbers on Adele's bathroom scale
My skills and running wild
I could eat a Rubix Cube and shit it out completely
I vowed my foundation is built brick and mortar
Destroying peers like a tsunami tearing a harbor
Consistantly ill, but still overlook me
Officially, something is fisher than mermaid
I hate you with a perfect hate and nothing
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