Luyện nghe bài hát Fight The Feeling

Close eyes
[Mac - Verse 1]
Uhh
Close eyes
So watch em do the macarena somewhere out in
Love the drug that everybody here just get a taste of
You a of the space that you take up
Living, this time Im not kidding
I had an intuition about these women in
Got me looking at you how a man in my position cant start slipping down these slopes
Cuz its all
As a kid I didnt that but
When you were young and you were just tryna live your life and have fun
In the when you have yet to see how evil its become
Its hard to have a dream when deep inside of one
And I know you hate them spirits so I keep em in my
Im a to these young kids
Sometimes I be feeling like a needle to young kids
You had the world you to leave it to these young kids
And we gon show you the love is
[Chorus - Omari]
Stay high, don't what you know,
Let it become
ever 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
[Mac - Verse 2]
And I keep a couple Most homies by me
So there too many 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, recently up on fashion
Waste a bunch of money kinda stinks of
asleep in Hollywood, woke up in Manhattan
Balling like Im but Im fresh as Mars blackmon
A penny for your thoughts, a dollar for dreams
A price on an idea we never can
They tell you what you know but its to believe
So why you tryna act what you never gonna be
Still I em
Fuck what you know, Im feeling
Just continue living cuz enough of em dont
You spend your days counting single penny, mane
Start now cuz we for you anyways

[Kendrick Lamar - 3]
Sometimes I wake up, up in the morning, up
Wrap this make up off my bitch soon as she yawning
Take up, hours upon days just to power shit to say
But you wont hear it, even if your ears was with
by Dre, I mean
The sun is falling
We all surely should die
So whats calling?
Oh, you left phone behind,
Identity, crisis breaks mirrors, vices us through wickedness
Jesus Christ is right us and devil said you owe 10%
Sold your
I know your soul and get hopeless
My focus is stared at eloping on that float in the open
Of oceans that coast the line on the margins I
Or or soaking up game
Im hoping you picked the one
The emotion of jealousy your holding
Youre telling me that your golden but really cubic
Let me see
I you down like a pound of fire whenever your tactics are mighty clever
But even if youre Mayweather you fight the feeling