Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Don't Seem So Wrong

[** feat. Lupe

Ain't no to bitch about it*
Cause you all know gone wrong.
Late at night, you're in your bed,
The Bad Don't So Wrong.
[Verse 1: Fiasco~]
Tryin' to the violence, reconcile in silence.
Dress it up in fancy clothes. Wash it with diamonds.
Drown it out with music. Act they don't apply to you,
Look how wobbly the rules is. You probly could if/
You was in charge, maybe runnin'
(If) You was involved would be different.
you could make a difference
Or probly not and things would stay the
And you go to at night
Knowin will never change
up in the mornin and you feelin kinda strange.
Don't remember night, so you back at it again.
Turn back up your music. Put back on chains.
Fasten on watch 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 it's on.

Ain't no to bitch about it
you all know what's gone wrong.
Late at night, you're in your bed,
The Bad Seem So Wrong.
[Verse 2: Trae the
Destined to be a winner. Tryin to pick up where the lose.
to the Father, tryin' to figure out your next move.
Pain across face and still you wear it like your best shoes.
But yet, you no accept it, it just might be your best news.
Nothin for granted, still you searchin for an answer.
Your fightin to be sane, your momma fightin cancer.
ain't around, so now you gotta be the man, now.
Tomorrow ever promised 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.
with a couple grand, you gotta try to make it last.
You for the fam knowin the Devil tryin' to make ya crash.
You hold on, homie if you only knew.
quit, knowin somebody doin' worse than you.

Ain't no to bitch about it
Cause you all know gone wrong.
at night, when you're in your bed,
The Bad Seem So Wrong.
[Verse 3: Trae The
You on the road to give up. Strugglin where you're heart at.
Though death is where you end up, they tell me where we start at.
way, you gon make em remember you
Just pray you don't get in homicide for that interview.
You up in tears when all you wanted was a smile.
(All the while) Lookin for you end up losin as a child.
Realizin nothin helps to the the pain away.
if it was somethin that numb away the feelinm
You'd pray to God to a day.
It's hard to keep it. 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 just more.
They tell you to be thankful. Your for em is "what for? "
It seem like everybody else in a position.
Only thing else left to do is up your ears and listen.
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Ain't no sense to bitch it
Cause you all know what's wrong.
Late at night, when you're in bed,
The Bad Don't So Wrong.