Luyện nghe bài hát Better Me

[Intro: Joe
I what nigga's sayin'.
Nigga's gonna' to me like...
when I come on the plane an' shit, Louie's on.
When I sit out in front of the muh'fuckin' plane the daily news wit' my legs crossed an' shit.
Wanna' act like I ain't earn my seat, when I'm watchin' muh'fuckas walk to the back an' shit, it's Coach.
You Pat Riley in shit, nigga.

1: Joe Budden]
here,
Look, look...
I get a gospel
Only right the ghetto was my hostile.
Memory is gone, but I'm recallin' all highschool
Even at my lowest, I was on my high stool;
That's what high do.
If I couldn't do shit, was always ta' toke
They tol' me that a die 'fore I was able ta' vote.
'cause me an' my constituents
An' all the we did
The MRI couldn't you what the issue is.
Wit' my came a cause that I believed in
Is it really wrong if a got a reason?
At I had ta' take doe
Nigga did whatever for a
Bein' from the be my scapegoat.
A "can it be", I wasn't born into a canopy
Maybe I was prone ta' fallin' in love vanity.
me shit'chu reap is the shit'chu sow
Tell God I'm better the shit I show
I grow, c'mon.

[Verse 2: Joe
Whoa...
Now look...
Now say I floss too much
So... has he
'Cause I don't that thousand-dollar T cost too much.
All they should say is he strong
out the fire unscathed, ye', I carried on
Lu Vuitton on.
?? wit' my at a delay
Now ta' lace my in ?? is sorta' clich.
Plane ain't gonn' never land, it's in the Netherlands
Twenty on goldface, Breitling wit' the leather band.
Ask for a better
I collidin' wit my problems, ye', I never ran
make me less a man.
I go from not havin' it ta' bein' arrogant
I dreamt, went it, jus' bein' passionate.
Some niggas get an' why...
Dude's is newborn birds, afraid ta' fly.
If you're foot's on the breaks, ride.
Me, I spread my wings, an' embrace that high!

[Verse 3: Joe
Give it away, give it away, it away now [x3]
Look, look, look...
Part of me was
I ain't changed, I grew
An' if I did change, I welcomed shit to come.
Dudes that smoked trees me
that used ta' be wit' me
They say I up on 'em an' did a three-sixty.
'Cause I burn it down
But to me it's -
You wann' see the otherside, gott' aroun'.
Show 'em your face -
I tell 'em we was on the same track, but wasn't runnin' same race (nigga).
Weighin' in the same space, but I gonn' change pace
Some' won't let me slowdown, I explain fate.
So don't say I won't from broke ta'
I'm far from far-end I jus' know suits me, muh'fucka.