Luyện nghe bài hát Burial

I'm trying to make out of everything I face,
Feeling so lost, recognise my place,
Came from the bottom, didn't no trace,
is my life, but money is what 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,
tell you about my problems so listen as I say,

I'm never going to and I'm going to keep it elevated,
be coming in the back with a hand full of cash,
Turning me into their family within a flick of finger but I don't be with fake-heads,
I'm 'em lyrical death,
But I it the riddance of snitches,
Fuck them and riches,
I'm thinking what the is,

I don't rap about drugs, women, liquor and all shit,
Stuck in the journey, just my music is,
Probably 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 in every line,
'em blown in shows,

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

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

in my own weight,
From the mistake 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 comes my mom, she the fact I rap,
And no matter what I do, she's proud of that,
Always discouraging me, but I the artifacts,
I stopped giving a fuck, they look 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 won't its back on me even if I rip my vocal cords, Lord!
I'm trying to find myself, I'm lost pressure,
My out of shelf, contemplating about my future,

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

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

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

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

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

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