Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Moleskine

[Verse 1: Jay
you ever ever ever been depressed so bad
It was a struggle every day not to your past
cursed like you never ever get your swag
And you was speeding down the when your threshold pass
When you cried all your out
And one of your diary can tell you what your year 'bout
a lonely place
My said "Son, why such a lonely face?"
the pressure's on me
Plus I like Bill Murray trapped in Punxsutawney
Dr. Phil told me I can sell crack or hit the army
at where we live at
Tell me you hear that
Tell me you don't feel
me to the way out
Tell me when pastor Raphael gon' reveal
If not, man I'm outta
I'm just a sleep walking robot outta gear
I stick my nose out the to the sky for air
sabachthani
I'm trying to see but the devil trying to blind me
The grim reaper walking his shovel right behind me
Trying to me to the untimely unkindly
I Walk the line finely Johnny Cash
But I getting visits from 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
Alcohol the pain like with novacane stabs
In your arteries pardon me but my go mad
Via California, corners with coroners and karma on em
corresponding to gangs upon us
Common corrupted crip & piru's cripple the
Triple the crime, Bible nor the can save
Welcome be afraid, your city similar right?
the choppers kidnap the night and police silence your rights
Stare at the sky will you live to see 25?
I'm 22 at 20 I knew I was the odds
This kid named was monitorin'
His momma & sister, his older he honoured him
Anonymous bodies on his was astonishin'
To Johnny he might been a modern day rider then
He walking again, he see the lifestyle of an active member
out a mac 11, now his eyes is big
Fascinated by mayhem, his cousin to say now?
He be from the hood that he's from and thats one
More gangster under the tree, took em under his wings like KFC
Crip crazy, rocking matching that says "the hood made me"
No love spread slugs thats the policy, the leader and the prodigy
Now shorty do-wap, holdin a ou-wap, hanging with rah rah's blah blah's
That sit on the block catching fades & licks, going on 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