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 your past
Feeling cursed like you never get your swag
And you was speeding the highway when your threshold pass
When you cried all tears out
And one page of your diary can tell you what your year
That's a place
My said "Son, why such a lonely face?"
the pressure's on me
Plus I feel like Bill trapped in Punxsutawney
Dr. Phil told me that I can sell crack or hit the
Look at where we at
me you don't hear that
Tell me you feel that
me to the way out
Tell me when pastor Raphael reveal that
If not, man I'm here
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 trying to me
The grim walking with his shovel right behind me
Trying to introduce me to the unkindly
I Walk the line like Johnny Cash
But I keep getting visits the ghost of the past
So I spark another L I go to the pad

[Verse 2: Lamar]
Yeah I can reconcile being real bad
I'm a thinker not a drinker but still I 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 corresponding to gangs us
Common corrupted crip & piru's cripple the
Triple the crime, nor the Qur'an can save
Welcome be afraid, your city similar right?
Where the choppers kidnap the night and police silence rights
Stare at the sky wonder will you 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 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, his cousin to say now?
He wanna be from the hood he's from and thats one
More gangster under the tree, took em under his wings like KFC
Crip crazy, matching t-shirts that says "the hood made me"
No love spread slugs thats the policy, the leader and the prodigy
Now shorty do-wap, a ou-wap, hanging with rah rah's with blah blah's
That sit on the block catching fades & licks, on missions with lunatics
A 9th grade menace for 6 months, smoking like 6 blunts
An the power of banging, he was walking... *3 Gun Shots*
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