Luyện nghe bài hát Enchanted

[J.
Yea, this is the
yea, this is the fathers aint living
at least not us
might see em the city and won't even say wassup
when n-ggas play tough, even smile in mirrors
and we learn to f-ck off trial and error
just a time n-gga, big city hustle
to the TV, Jigga, Diddy, Russell
these were our heroes, strictly for zero's
for Robert Deniro, n-ggas reload on them kilo's
them people,
mad at myself cause I done some things that I'd rather not tell
shawty smole and her boyfriend too
sometimes he touch her daughter them boyfriends do
pull up to the club where the boys too
see yellow tape and the boys in blue
a n-gga on a and though i never met ya
Im thinking God ya, they city try and get ya
man, don't let the get ya
f-ck the horoscopes, know the lke a wrestler
if them wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue
face on the front of our shirts saying we miss ya
(we ya)

Come me,
Run quick see, do we have here
Now, do you wanna or die
La dadada, la la la la

Come me,
Run quick see, what do we here
Now, do you wanna or die
La dadada, la la la la

yea, see God
I know you only do best for me
but is it if we negotiate my destiny
they always me it's temporary
why its feelling like a cemetary
my dreams aint got no
my hurting and none of us were equiped here
you me say I was ballin'
i probably tears
I'm trying to get
I'm quit fear
who wrote the here
these kids live there whole life killing time
running the race with no finish
they tryna us with they ropes
but Im tryna
I think my pride might become my suicide
but I aint go, no baby
and through these and quotes you gotta find some hope
cause I dying
my gon' last forever,
you can the treasure
look you can see a diamond in my mind
Im tired of seeing dope fiends, wiping nose clean
is my neighbourhood just a smoke
I Im in the (?) I see lo green
raised by bo queens but there's no kings
(no kings, no kings)

[J. Cole
Come me,
Run quick see, what do we have
Now, do you ride or die
La dadada, la la la la

Come me,
Run quick see, what do we here
Now, do you ride or die
La dadada, la la la la

[J. Verse 3]
It seems like n-ggas either feel ya or try and kill ya
I the sky and hope to God aint acting unfamiliar
you play whatever cards he deal no matter how
they tell me its God's will, I'm asking God will ya
courtesy of www killerhiphop dot com
iller a n-gga from artist pain, momma cocaine as it rains out
am I to blame, try to sane so I came out-side
where they rock them thangs out
to my mind at the same time they blew that boys brains out
but it change, its like n-ggas is free but our minds still in the chains
killing eachother, the blood spill its a shame
will it ever up
alot of n-ggas getting older but never grow up
and do they son's they fathers did and never show up
don't even cry about it, just another of life
the season n-gga no re-runs
the devil buying n-gga no refunds
man, let the city get ya
f-ck the horoscopes know the like a wrestler
if bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue
your face on the front of our shirts we miss ya
another day, another song, a mother
another
but still we like aint nothing wrong
like aint nothing
cause aint nothing
Im not as fast, I'm not as
but before I
I ball
I ball
I gotta
n-gga I ball