Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Moleskine

[Verse 1: Jay
Have you ever ever been depressed so bad
It was a struggle 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 diary can tell you what your year 'bout
a lonely place
My mama said "Son, why such a face?"
the pressure's on me
Plus I feel like Bill Murray in Punxsutawney
Dr. Phil told me that I can crack or hit the army
Look at where we at
Tell me you hear that
Tell me you feel that
me to the way out
Tell me when pastor Raphael gon' that
If not, man I'm outta
I'm just a sleep robot that's outta gear
I my nose out the water to the sky for air
Lama
I'm trying to see light but the trying to blind me
The grim reaper walking with his shovel right me
Trying to introduce me to the untimely
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
I can reconcile being depressed real bad
I'm a thinker not a but still I hennessy drag
Alcohol numbs the like with novacane stabs
In your pardon me but my city go mad
Via Compton California, corners with coroners and on em
corresponding to gangs upon us
Common corrupted & piru's cripple the city
Triple the crime, Bible nor the Qur'an can
Welcome don't be afraid, city similar right?
Where the choppers kidnap the night and silence your rights
Stare at the sky wonder will you to see 25?
I'm 22 at 20 I knew I was against the
This kid Jonathan was monitorin'
His & sister, his older cousin he honoured him
Anonymous bodies on his was astonishin'
To he might 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, what's his cousin to say
He wanna be from the that he's from and thats one
More gangster under the family tree, took em his wings like KFC
Crip crazy, rocking matching t-shirts that says "the hood me"
No love just slugs thats the policy, the leader and the prodigy
Now shorty do-wap, holdin a ou-wap, with rah rah's with blah blah's
That sit on the block catching & 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*
Johnny