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 regret your
Feeling cursed like you never ever get swag
And you was speeding down the highway your threshold pass
When you cried all your out
And one page of your diary can tell you what your year
That's a place
My mama said "Son, why such a face?"
Because the on me
Plus I feel like Bill 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 hear
me you don't 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 that's outta gear
I stick my nose out the to the sky for air
Lama
I'm trying to see but the devil trying to blind me
The grim reaper walking with his right behind me
Trying to introduce me to the untimely
I Walk the line finely like Johnny
But I keep visits from the ghost of the past
So I spark L then 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
Alcohol numbs the pain like with stabs
In your pardon me but my city go mad
Via Compton California, corners with and karma on em
corresponding to gangs upon us
Common corrupted crip & piru's cripple the
Triple the crime, Bible nor the Qur'an can
Welcome don't be afraid, city similar right?
Where the choppers the night and police silence your rights
Stare at the sky wonder will you to see 25?
I'm 22 at 20 I knew I was against the
This kid Jonathan was monitorin'
His momma & sister, his older cousin he him
Anonymous bodies on his was astonishin'
To Johnny he might have been a modern day rider
He walking outside again, he see the of an active 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 he's and thats one
More gangster under the family tree, took em his wings like KFC
Crip crazy, rocking t-shirts that says "the hood made me"
No love just 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 thuging for 6 months, like 6 blunts
An the power of banging, he was walking... *3 Gun Shots*
Little