Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Moleskine

[Verse 1: Jay
you ever ever ever been depressed so bad
It was a struggle every day not to regret past
Feeling cursed like you never get your swag
And you was speeding down the highway your threshold pass
When you cried all tears out
And one page of your diary can tell you your year 'bout
That's a place
My mama said "Son, why a lonely face?"
Because the on me
Plus I feel like Bill trapped in Punxsutawney
Dr. Phil told me I can sell crack or hit the army
Look at where we at
Tell me you don't hear
me you don't feel that
me to the way out
Tell me when Raphael gon' reveal that
If not, man I'm outta
I'm just a walking robot that's outta gear
I stick my out the water to the sky for air
sabachthani
I'm trying to see but the devil trying to blind me
The reaper walking with his shovel right behind me
to introduce me to the untimely unkindly
I Walk the finely like Johnny Cash
But I keep getting visits from the ghost of the
So I spark another L I go to the pad

[Verse 2: Kendrick
Yeah I can reconcile being real bad
I'm a thinker not a but still I hennessy drag
numbs the pain like with novacane stabs
In your pardon me but my city go mad
Via Compton California, corners coroners and karma on em
corresponding to gangs upon us
Common crip & piru's cripple the city
the crime, Bible nor the Qur'an can save
Welcome don't be afraid, your city similar
Where the choppers the night and police silence your rights
Stare at the sky wonder you live to see 25?
I'm 22 at 20 I I was against the odds
This kid Jonathan was monitorin'
His momma & sister, his cousin he honoured him
bodies on his burner was astonishin'
To Johnny he might have been a day rider then
He walking outside again, he see the lifestyle of an active
Pull out a mac 11, now his is big
Fascinated by mayhem, his cousin to say now?
He wanna be from the hood that he's and thats one
More under the family tree, took em under his wings like KFC
crazy, rocking matching t-shirts that says "the hood made me"
No love just spread slugs thats the policy, the and the prodigy
Now shorty do-wap, holdin a ou-wap, with rah rah's with blah blah's
That sit on the block fades & licks, going on missions with lunatics
A 9th grade thuging for 6 months, smoking like 6 blunts
An the power of banging, he was walking... *3 Gun Shots*
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