Luyện nghe bài hát Caught Their Eyes

for it
I'm for it

Ah

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

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

Ready for it, deep breath, fill up the
open them up, check off the coins
Still stingin' tears, they try to see you
I'm for earth, ready for real
Solipsistic, admit it, I see you
So it seems, so you
I can't if you're image 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 color
They only see green from them purple
They eyes hide, eyes high
My eyes shut to all the lies
These industry niggas, they always fishy
But no Biggie, no lazy eye, huh
This guy had on his face
You think he the masters with his masters?
You greedy bastards sold tickets to through his house
I'm you ain't auction off the casket
Don't big bro me, "Big Homie"
I've seen pure admiration become
I've been to at least two times
I've seen the Eiffel, seen a eyeful

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

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

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

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