Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Moleskine

[Verse 1: Jay
Have you ever ever been depressed so bad
It was a struggle every day not to your past
Feeling cursed like you ever get your swag
And you was speeding down the highway your threshold pass
When you cried all your out
And one page of your diary can tell you what year 'bout
That's a place
My said "Son, why such a lonely face?"
the pressure's on me
Plus I feel like Bill Murray in Punxsutawney
Dr. Phil told me I can sell crack or hit the army
at where we live at
Tell me you don't that
Tell me you don't feel
me to the way out
Tell me when pastor Raphael gon' reveal
If not, man I'm here
I'm a sleep walking robot that's outta gear
I stick my nose out the to the sky for air
Lama
I'm trying to see light but the devil to blind me
The grim reaper with his shovel right behind me
Trying to introduce me to the unkindly
I Walk the line finely like Johnny
But I keep visits from the ghost of the past
So I spark L then I go to the pad

[Verse 2: Kendrick
Yeah I can reconcile being depressed bad
I'm a thinker not a drinker but still I drag
Alcohol numbs the pain with novacane stabs
In your arteries 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
Triple the crime, Bible nor the Qur'an can
Welcome be afraid, your city similar right?
Where the kidnap the night and police silence your rights
Stare at the sky wonder will you to see 25?
I'm 22 at 20 I knew I was the odds
kid named Jonathan was monitorin'
His momma & sister, his older cousin he him
Anonymous bodies on his burner was
To Johnny he might have a modern day rider then
He walking outside again, he see the lifestyle of an member
out a mac 11, now his eyes is big
Fascinated by mayhem, what's his cousin to say
He wanna be from the hood he's from and thats one
More gangster under the family tree, took em under his wings KFC
Crip crazy, matching t-shirts that says "the hood made me"
No love just slugs thats the policy, the leader and the prodigy
Now shorty do-wap, holdin a ou-wap, hanging with rah with blah blah's
That sit on the block catching fades & licks, going on missions lunatics
A 9th grade menace thuging for 6 months, like 6 blunts
An hour the of banging, he was walking... *3 Gun Shots*
Johnny