Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Don't Seem So Wrong

[** feat. Lupe

Ain't no sense to bitch it*
Cause you all know gone wrong.
Late at night, when in your bed,
The Bad Don't So Wrong.
1: ~Lupe Fiasco~]
Tryin' to the violence, reconcile in silence.
Dress it up in fancy clothes. it down with diamonds.
Drown it out with music. Act like they apply to you,
Look how wobbly the rules is. You probly could if/
You was in charge, runnin' thangs
(If) You was things would be different.
Maybe you make a difference
Or not and things would stay the same
And you go to sleep at
things will never change
Wake up in the and you feelin kinda strange.
Don't remember night, so you back at it again.
Turn up your music. Put back on your chains.
Fasten on your and slide on all your rings.
Put back on your glasses that out all the pain.
Hit yo on the phone, and tell em that it's on.
Tell em that on.

Ain't no to bitch about it
Cause you all know what's wrong.
Late at night, when you're in bed,
The Bad Don't So Wrong.
[Verse 2: Trae the
Destined to be a winner. Tryin to pick up the rest lose.
Prayin to the Father, tryin' to out your next move.
Pain your face and still you wear it like your best shoes.
But yet, you no accept it, cause it just might be your news.
Nothin taken for granted, still you for an answer.
Your fightin to be sane, your momma with cancer.
ain't around, so now you gotta be the man, now.
Tomorrow ain't ever so you gotta take a stand now.
times seem to be the only thing you understand.
Fuck seein a mil, you to make it to a couple grand.
Even with a couple grand, you try to make it last.
You ridin for the fam the Devil tryin' to make ya crash.
You hold on, homie if you only knew.
Never quit, knowin doin' worse than you.

Ain't no to bitch about it
you all know what's gone wrong.
Late at night, when in your bed,
The Bad Don't So Wrong.
[Verse 3: The Truth]
You on the only road to give up. Strugglin you're heart at.
Though death is where you end up, they me that's where we start at.
Either way, you gon make em you
Just you don't get stuck in homicide for that interview.
You ended up in tears when all you was a smile.
(All the while) for hope you end up losin as a child.
Realizin nothin to take the the pain away.
Cause if it was somethin numb away the feelinm
You'd to God to situate a day.
It's hard to it. Stand up. You're leanin on your last leg.
The pressure tryin' to weigh in. You just ran out last bread.
Window of opportunity feelin like it shut more.
They tell you to be thankful. Your for em is "what for? "
It like everybody else in a better position.
Only thing left to do is open up your ears and listen.
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Ain't no sense to about it
you all know what's gone wrong.
Late at night, when you're in bed,
The Bad Seem So Wrong.