Luyện nghe bài hát Caught Their Eyes

for it
I'm for it

Ah

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

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

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 ready for earth, 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 blind
They only see green from purple eyes
They hide, they eyes high
My wide shut to all the lies
These industry niggas, always been fishy
But no Biggie, no lazy eye, huh
This guy had 'Slave' on his
You think he wanted the with his masters?
You bastards sold tickets to walk 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
been to Paris at least two times
I've seen the Eiffel, seen a eyeful

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

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

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

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