Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Moleskine

[Verse 1: Jay
Have you ever ever ever been 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 all your tears out
And one page of diary can tell you what your year 'bout
That's a place
My mama "Son, why such a lonely face?"
the pressure's on me
Plus I feel like Murray 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 that
Tell me you don't that
me to the way out
Tell me when pastor Raphael gon' 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 light but the trying to blind me
The grim reaper walking with his right behind me
Trying to introduce me to the unkindly
I Walk the line finely Johnny Cash
But I keep getting visits the ghost of the past
So I another L then I go to the pad

[Verse 2: Lamar]
Yeah I can being depressed real bad
I'm a not a drinker but still I hennessy drag
Alcohol numbs the pain like with novacane
In your pardon me but my city go mad
Via California, corners with coroners and karma on em
Colors corresponding to gangs us
Common corrupted crip & piru's the city
the crime, Bible nor the Qur'an can save
Welcome don't be afraid, your similar right?
Where the choppers kidnap the night and police silence rights
Stare at the sky wonder you live to see 25?
I'm 22 at 20 I knew I was the odds
kid named Jonathan was monitorin'
His & sister, his older cousin he honoured him
Anonymous bodies on his 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, what's his cousin to say
He wanna be from the hood that from and thats one
gangster under the family tree, took em under his wings like KFC
Crip crazy, rocking matching t-shirts that says "the made me"
No love just spread 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 fades & licks, on missions with lunatics
A 9th grade thuging for 6 months, smoking like 6 blunts
An hour the power of banging, he was walking... *3 Gun
Johnny