Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Moleskine

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

[Verse 2: Lamar]
Yeah I can reconcile being depressed bad
I'm a thinker not a but still I hennessy drag
Alcohol numbs the pain like with novacane
In your pardon me but my city go mad
Via Compton California, corners with coroners and on em
corresponding to gangs upon us
Common crip & piru's cripple the city
Triple the crime, Bible nor the 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 will you to see 25?
I'm 22 at 20 I knew I was the odds
This kid named was monitorin'
His & sister, his older cousin he honoured him
Anonymous on his burner was astonishin'
To Johnny he have been 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, his cousin to say now?
He wanna be the hood that he's from and thats one
More under the family tree, took em under his wings like KFC
Crip crazy, rocking matching t-shirts says "the hood made me"
No love just spread slugs thats the policy, the leader and the
Now shorty do-wap, holdin a ou-wap, hanging with rah rah's blah blah's
That sit on the block catching fades & licks, on missions with lunatics
A 9th grade thuging for 6 months, smoking like 6 blunts
An hour the of banging, he was walking... *3 Gun Shots*
Little