Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Moleskine

[Verse 1: Jay
Have you ever ever been depressed so bad
It was a struggle every day not to regret past
Feeling cursed like you never ever get swag
And you was speeding down the highway when your threshold
When you all your tears out
And one of your 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 like Bill Murray trapped in Punxsutawney
Dr. Phil told me that I can sell 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' that
If not, man I'm outta
I'm just a sleep walking robot outta gear
I stick my out the water to the sky for air
sabachthani
I'm trying to see light but the trying to blind me
The grim reaper walking with his shovel behind me
to introduce me to the untimely unkindly
I Walk the line like Johnny Cash
But I getting visits from the ghost of the past
So I spark another L I go to the pad

[Verse 2: Lamar]
Yeah I can reconcile depressed real bad
I'm a thinker not a but still I hennessy drag
Alcohol numbs the pain with novacane stabs
In your arteries pardon me but my go mad
Via Compton California, corners with and karma on em
corresponding to gangs upon us
Common corrupted crip & piru's the city
Triple the crime, nor the Qur'an can save
don't be afraid, your city similar right?
Where the choppers kidnap the 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 cousin he honoured him
Anonymous bodies on his was astonishin'
To Johnny he might have been a modern day then
He outside 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 wanna be the hood that he's from and thats one
More gangster under the family tree, took em under his wings KFC
Crip crazy, rocking matching t-shirts that "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 & licks, going on missions with lunatics
A 9th menace thuging for 6 months, smoking like 6 blunts
An the power of banging, he was walking... *3 Gun Shots*
Johnny