Luyện nghe bài hát Enchanted

[J.
Yea, this is the
yea, this is where the fathers living
at least not us
might see em round the city and even say wassup
n-ggas play tough, wont even smile in mirrors
and we learn to f-ck hoes off and error
a small time n-gga, big city hustle
glued to the TV, Jigga, Diddy,
these were our heroes, for them zero's
for that Robert Deniro, n-ggas on them kilo's
dodgin people,
mad at myself I done seen 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 that yellow tape and the in blue
a n-gga on a strecther and i never met ya
Im thinking God ya, they city try and get ya
man, let the city get ya
f-ck the horoscopes, know the ropes lke a
if bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue
your face on the front of our saying we miss ya
(we ya)

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

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

yea, see God
I know you do whats best for me
but is it cool if we my destiny
always tellin' me it's temporary
than why its feelling like a
my aint got no obituaries
my hurting and none of us were equiped here
you heard me say I was
i probably make
I'm to get clear
I'm quit fear
who wrote the here
these kids live whole life just killing time
running the race with no line
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 lines and you gotta find some hope
I aint dying
my words last forever,
you can the treasure
inside you can see a diamond in my mind
Im tired of seeing dope fiends, they nose clean
is my neighbourhood just a smoke
I Im in the (?) I see lo green
sons by bo queens but there's no kings
(no kings, no kings)

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

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

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