Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Moleskine

[Verse 1: Jay
Have you ever ever ever depressed so bad
It was a struggle every day not to regret past
Feeling cursed like you never get your swag
And you was speeding down the highway your threshold pass
When you all your tears out
And one page of your diary can tell you what your 'bout
a lonely place
My mama said "Son, why a lonely face?"
the pressure's on me
Plus I like Bill Murray trapped in Punxsutawney
Dr. Phil told me that I can crack 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 pastor Raphael gon' that
If not, man I'm here
I'm a sleep walking robot that's outta gear
I stick my nose out the to the sky for air
Lama
I'm to see light but the devil trying to blind me
The grim walking with his shovel right behind me
to introduce me to the untimely unkindly
I Walk the line finely like Cash
But I keep getting from the ghost of the past
So I spark L then I go to the pad

[Verse 2: Kendrick
Yeah I can reconcile being real bad
I'm a thinker not a drinker but still I drag
Alcohol numbs the pain like novacane stabs
In arteries pardon me but my city go mad
Via Compton California, corners coroners and karma on em
Colors corresponding to upon us
Common corrupted & piru's cripple the city
the crime, Bible nor the Qur'an can save
Welcome don't be afraid, city similar right?
Where the choppers kidnap the and police silence your rights
Stare at the sky wonder you live to see 25?
I'm 22 at 20 I I was against the odds
This kid named was monitorin'
His momma & sister, his cousin he honoured him
Anonymous on his burner was astonishin'
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 to say now?
He wanna be from the hood that he's 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 spread slugs thats the policy, the leader and the prodigy
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, like 6 blunts
An hour the power of banging, he was walking... *3 Gun
Johnny