Luyện nghe bài hát Burial

I'm trying to make sense out of I face,
so lost, can't recognise my place,
Came from the bottom, leave no trace,
Music is my life, but is what I chase,

I'm in a cycle, assigned to mimicry,
all the people who came before me,
I want to break the chain and still it through the days,
I'll tell you about my so listen as I say,

I'm never to stop and I'm going to keep it elevated,
They be in the back with a hand full of cash,
Turning me into their within a flick of finger but I don't be fucking with fake-heads,
I'm giving 'em death,
But I it the riddance of snitches,
them hoes and riches,
I'm what the next is,

I don't rap about drugs, women, liquor and all shit,
Stuck in the journey, just my music is,
would be in the same zone after apocalypse,
I can emcees, but I'm too generous,

in a kick,
Fit in a rhyme,
the microphone,
Switchin my flow in line,
Leaving 'em in shows,

I've been and drinking,
know what I was thinking when I started,
But it got better with every single and,

I'm confused, got no clue,
Derailed from the I choose,
Bad times came through,
friends had joined too,

in my own weight,
From the that I made,
a girl over everything,
Later got to know she's been hoe-ing since her grade,
(Third grade),
She had me captivated, bullshit is on Drake, (On Drake),

Then comes my mom, she hates the I rap,
And no matter what I do, she's never of that,
Always discouraging me, but I the artifacts,
I stopped giving a fuck, wouldn't look out of the map,

Map of the society,
to anxiety,
Do you feel this,
And visualise I see?

Now Hip-Hop is my resort,
At it least it won't turn its back on me even if I rip my cords, Lord!
I'm to find myself, I'm lost under pressure,
My out of shelf, contemplating about my future,

The bullshit I everyday makes it harder and harder,
The voice in my getting louder and louder,
I'm done, get it out of my head,
I might the mic and pretend to be dead,

me a while to realise what's life about,
It's always not the fun, or ways of balling out,
I mean take a look around, has had bad times,
And my one doesn't end I just why,

But I still a little bit of positivity,
Hoping to Hip-Hop, like in the 90s,
Hoping I'll find a way out of the I am in,
And maybe get over my for nicotine,

I'm trying to make sense out of I face,
Feeling so lost, recognise my place,
Came the bottom, didn't leave no trace,
Music is my life, but is what I chase,

Funeral, to my burial, just another day, waking up to my cereals, yeah,

Calendars, they be turning dates on me, turning pages randomly, I'm telling myself, nigga, in peace x2