Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Moleskine

[Verse 1: Jay
you ever ever ever been depressed so bad
It was a every day not to regret your past
Feeling cursed like you ever get your swag
And you was speeding down the highway when your pass
When you all your tears out
And one page of diary can tell you what your year 'bout
a lonely place
My mama said "Son, why a lonely face?"
Because the on me
Plus I feel like Bill Murray trapped in
Dr. Phil told me that I can sell crack or hit the
Look at we live at
me you don't 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 that's outta
I stick my out the water to the sky for air
Lama
I'm to see light but the devil trying to blind me
The grim reaper walking with his right behind me
Trying to introduce me to the unkindly
I Walk the line like Johnny Cash
But I keep getting visits from the of the past
So I spark L then I go to the pad

[Verse 2: Lamar]
Yeah I can reconcile being depressed bad
I'm a thinker not a drinker but still I drag
Alcohol the pain like with novacane stabs
In arteries pardon me but my city go mad
Via Compton California, corners coroners and karma on em
Colors to gangs upon us
Common crip & piru's cripple the city
the crime, Bible nor the Qur'an can save
Welcome don't be afraid, your similar right?
Where the choppers kidnap the night and police silence your
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 on his burner was astonishin'
To he might have been a modern day rider then
He walking outside again, he see the of an active member
out a mac 11, now his eyes is big
Fascinated by mayhem, his cousin to say now?
He wanna be the hood that he's from and thats one
More gangster under the family tree, took em under his like KFC
Crip crazy, rocking matching t-shirts that says "the made me"
No love just spread slugs thats the policy, the and the prodigy
Now shorty do-wap, holdin a ou-wap, hanging with rah rah's with blah
That sit on the block catching fades & licks, going on missions with
A 9th grade menace thuging for 6 months, like 6 blunts
An the power of banging, he was walking... *3 Gun Shots*
Johnny