Luyện nghe bài hát Burial

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

I'm born in a cycle, 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 problems so as I say,

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

I don't rap drugs, women, liquor and all those shit,
Stuck in the journey, just my music is,
Probably would be in the same zone 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,
Don't know what I was thinking I started,
But it got with every single blink and,

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

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

Then my mom, she hates the fact I rap,
And no what I do, she's never proud of that,
Always me, but I have the artifacts,
I stopped giving a fuck, they look out of the map,

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

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

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

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

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

I'm trying to sense out of everything I face,
Feeling so lost, recognise my place,
Came from the bottom, leave no trace,
Music is my life, but money is 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