Luyện nghe bài hát Caught Their Eyes

for it
I'm for it

Ah

East nigga
that feets high
Nigga with Lisa
Talkin' about Lisa, nigga
With we-sa, nigga
that East Side
dance, uh
Your eyes the truth when everything else lies
May pretend that we kin but the don't fly

Bruh, I survived readin' guys you
I'm y'all think you can disguise y'all truths
I seen wide as they're about to shoot
You can be a off and you can trigger your Roots
I wave to these haters, give me dap
You know the can see just how phony you act, bruh
Y'all language is all remedial
How could you see the difference you and I?
My crash was much tougher
'Round friends who they friends
hug their friends' mothers
And show up at the funeral, complete with stares
Invisible ink, I had to read that wasn't there
Memories may sneak my cheek
But I see a side-eye in my sleep

for it, deep breath, fill up the void
Eyes them up, check off the coins
Still stingin' from tears, try to see you
I'm ready for earth, for real
Solipsistic, admit it, I see you
So it seems, so you
I can't tell if you're or are just the flare
In my dreams, in my

I sat down Prince, eye to eye
He told me his wishes he died
Now, Londell McMillan, he must be blind
They only see green from them purple
eyes hide, they eyes high
My eyes shut to all the lies
These industry niggas, they always fishy
But ain't no Biggie, no eye, huh
This guy had on his face
You think he the masters with his masters?
You greedy bastards tickets to walk through his house
I'm surprised you auction off the casket
big bro me, don't "Big Homie"
I've pure admiration become rivals
I've been to at least two times
seen the Eiffel, I've seen a eyeful

Ready for it, deep breath, up the void
Eyes open them up, off the coins
stingin' from tears, they try to see you
I'm for earth, ready for real
Solipsistic, it, I see you there
So it seems, so you
I can't tell if you're image or are the flare
In my dreams, in my

been out of touch for a couple years
I've ready for this for real
I can touch what I see
'Cause I've been ready for you, for

Look, done enough. Have you no sense of decency, sir?
At long last, have you no sense of decency?

East Side
With feets high
Nigga with that
Talkin' about that Li-sa,
that we-sa, nigga
With that East
dance, uh
Your eyes speak the with everything else, stars
pretend we can but the vibes don't fly