Luyện nghe bài hát Fight The Feeling

Close your
[Mac Miller - 1]
Uhh
Close eyes
So watch em do the macarena somewhere out in
Love the drug that everybody here just tryna get a of
You a of the space that you take up
Living, time around Im not kidding
I had an intuition about these women in
Got me looking at you different how a man in my position cant start slipping these slopes
Cuz its all
As a kid I didnt that but
When you were young and you were just tryna your life and have some fun
In the world you have yet to see how evil its become
Its to have a dream when youre deep inside of one
And I know you hate them spirits so I keep em in my
Im a Beatle to these kids
Sometimes I be feeling like a to these young kids
You had the world you bout to leave it to young kids
And we gon show you what the is
[Chorus - Iman
Stay high, don't fight you know,
Let it intact
Dont let it go
(it stop)
You cant fight the feeling,
You cant the feeling, no
(it stop)
You fight the feeling, feeling
You cant the feeling, no
Miller - Verse 2]
And I keep a couple Dope homies by me
So there aint too times its me, myself and Irene
We stay smoking the night
up do some Tai Chi
Homie cant you see Im chilling, please dont up my chi
Yeh my jacket Y3, been up on fashion
Waste a bunch of money kinda stinks of
asleep in Hollywood, woke up in Manhattan
Balling like Im Jordan but Im fresh as blackmon
A penny for your thoughts, a dollar for dreams
A on an idea we never can agree
They tell you you know but its better to believe
So why you act like what you never gonna be
I tell em
Fuck what you know, Im comfortable
continue living life cuz enough of em dont
You spend your days counting every single penny,
now cuz we coming for you anyways

[Kendrick - Verse 3]
Sometimes I up, up in the morning, make up
Wrap this much up off my bitch soon as she yawning
Take up, hours days just to find power shit to say
But you wont it, even if your ears was pierced with
by Dre, I mean
The sun is falling
We all surely die eventually
So your calling?
Oh, you left phone behind,
Identity, crisis breaks mirrors, steer us through wickedness
Jesus is right near us and devil said you owe 10%
your soul
I sold your soul and get hopeless
My focus is at eloping on boats that float in the open
Of oceans that the line on the margins I rhyme
Or choking or soaking up
Im you picked the second one
The emotion of jealousy that holding
telling me that your golden but really cubic zirconian
Let me see
I break you down a pound of fire whenever your tactics are mighty clever
But even if youre Mayweather you can't the feeling