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 the highway when your threshold pass
When you cried all your out
And one page of your diary can tell you what your 'bout
a lonely place
My mama "Son, why such a lonely face?"
Because the on me
Plus I feel like Bill trapped in Punxsutawney
Dr. Phil told me that I can sell or hit the army
Look at we live at
Tell me you hear that
Tell me you don't feel
me to the way out
Tell me when Raphael gon' reveal that
If not, man I'm outta
I'm just a sleep walking robot outta 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 grim reaper walking with his shovel right me
Trying to introduce me to the untimely
I Walk the line finely like Cash
But I keep getting visits the ghost of the past
So I spark L then I go to the pad

[Verse 2: Lamar]
I can reconcile being depressed real bad
I'm a thinker not a drinker but I hennessy drag
numbs the pain like with novacane stabs
In your arteries me but my city go mad
Via Compton California, corners with coroners and on em
Colors to gangs upon us
Common corrupted crip & piru's the city
Triple the crime, Bible nor the Qur'an can
Welcome be afraid, your city similar right?
Where the choppers kidnap the night and police your rights
Stare at the sky wonder will you to see 25?
I'm 22 at 20 I I was against the odds
This kid Jonathan was monitorin'
His momma & sister, his older he honoured him
Anonymous bodies on his burner was
To Johnny he might been a modern day rider then
He walking outside again, he see the lifestyle of an active
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 his wings like KFC
crazy, rocking matching t-shirts that 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 with blah
sit on the block catching fades & licks, going on missions with lunatics
A 9th grade menace thuging for 6 months, smoking like 6
An the power of banging, he was walking... *3 Gun Shots*
Johnny