Luyện nghe bài hát #Endoftheworld

[XV - 1]
Let me in your life, let me in homes
Let me in stereos and get me in my zone
A hero on the is what I wanna be the most
But if we follow for a follow, tell me who gon us both
numeral flow, wallet full of C's
Turn into the alphabet so I can count G's
The loser who won too like you was the 3
After the millions they doubted the dream
I aint lost a in this grind but my mind
And reality so harsh how could waste my time
I ask mine, hypothetical at times
Wonderin' if my rap matter after I flat line?
So I out of Facebook and get some real friends
Got off Twitter with niggas and set some real
And we gon' get it man while the spins
Cause everyday try to say that the World ends

Followers followin', role modellin'
Niggas throwin' they dollars in and everybody is
Is it the end of the yet?
Is it the end of the yet?
followin', role models modellin'
Niggas throwin' they in and everybody is hollerin
Is it the end of the world
Is it the end of the World

[XV - 2]
Young and invincible, hated by all the
Maybe cause all our principles would so fictional
Now we live in a that's so digital
Hashtags at the minimal, niggas act like it's
Typical I watch niggas thats at pinnacle
And not have one event that pivotal
When I was young I was wylin' but always had
They suspended my license and I got fly
Who gon' the World, not I
But I will influence the mind that try
Thats a Pac line, see how it all
We could become a leader you follow
So out of Facebook and get some real friends
Get off Twitter my nigga and set real trends
And we gon get it while the world
Cause they try to say that the world ends
Is it over

[XV - 3]
Ugh, to Squaria I go
Its our future Odd Future you could know
Saw a on Twitter say Vizzy will never blow
I guess there are some shit that I'll spit that I never get to
Over heads I go
I wrote this on a flight next to women that was white
She me what is that you write, I said a rap song
She "really, with sentences that long"
If you think rap is just drugs and gats then you dead
This is the paper my sons college is made on
Those college kids at shows in the front row with on
We change lives with lines that they hate on
Spit on tracks like simple jack and then back like Fei Long
I just want write something that you get life from it
Its more than just a facebook, like or button
So out of that and get some real friends
Get off Twitter my nigga and set some trends