Luyện nghe bài hát Burial

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

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

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

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

in a kick,
Fit in a rhyme,
the microphone,
Switchin my in every line,
'em blown in shows,

I've smoking and drinking,
Don't what I was thinking when I started,
But it got better with every blink and,

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

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

Then comes my mom, she the fact I rap,
And no matter I do, she's never proud of that,
Always me, but I have the artifacts,
I stopped giving a fuck, they wouldn't out of the map,

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

Now is my last resort,
At it least it turn its back on me even if I rip my vocal cords, Lord!
I'm trying to find myself, I'm under pressure,
My book's out of shelf, about my future,

The I face everyday makes it harder and harder,
The voice in my head louder and louder,
I'm done, get it out of my head,
I drop 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 a look around, everybody's 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 a way out of the mess I am in,
And get over my love for nicotine,

I'm trying to sense out of everything I face,
Feeling so lost, recognise my place,
Came the bottom, didn't leave no trace,
is my life, but money 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 myself, nigga, rest in peace x2