Luyện nghe bài hát Burial

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

I'm born in a cycle, to mimicry,
Imitating all the people who came 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 to stop and I'm going to keep it elevated,
They be coming in the back with a hand of cash,
me into their 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 rap about drugs, women, liquor and all those shit,
Stuck in the journey, like 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 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 single 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 mistake I made,
a girl 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 matter I do, she's never 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 feel this,
And visualise what I

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

The bullshit I face makes it harder and harder,
The voice in my head getting 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 of balling out,
I take 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,
to resurrect Hip-Hop, like in the 90s,
Hoping find a way out of the mess I am in,
And get over my love for nicotine,

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

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

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