Luyện nghe bài hát Fight The Feeling

Close your
Miller - Verse 1]
Uhh
Close your
So watch em do the macarena out in Pasadena
Love the drug that everybody here tryna get a taste of
You a waste of the space that you up
Living, this around Im not kidding
I had an intuition these women in suspicion
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 learn but
When you were young and you just tryna live your life and have some fun
In the world when you have yet to see how evil its
Its hard to have a when youre deep inside of one
And I you hate them spirits so I keep em in my lungs
Im a to these young kids
Sometimes I be feeling like a needle to these young
You had the world you bout to leave it to these young
And we gon show you what the is
[Chorus - Iman
Stay high, fight what you know,
Let it intact
ever let it go
(it stop)
You fight the feeling, feeling
You cant the feeling, no
(it stop)
You fight the feeling, feeling
You fight the feeling, no
[Mac Miller - 2]
And I keep a couple Dope homies by me
So there aint too many times its me, myself and
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
a bunch of money kinda stinks of satisfaction
Fell asleep in Hollywood, up in Manhattan
Balling like Im Jordan but Im fresh as Mars
A penny for your thoughts, a dollar for your
A price on an idea we never can
tell you what you know but its better to believe
So why you tryna act what you never gonna be
Still I em
what you know, Im feeling comfortable
Just continue living life cuz of em dont
You spend your counting every single penny, mane
Start now cuz we coming for you

[Kendrick Lamar - 3]
Sometimes I up, up in the morning, make up
Wrap this much up off my bitch soon as she yawning
Take up, upon days just to find power shit to say
But you hear it, even if your ears was pierced with
by Dre, I mean
The sun is falling
We all surely die eventually
So whats calling?
Oh, you left phone behind,
Identity, crisis mirrors, vices steer us through wickedness
Jesus Christ is right near us and devil you owe 10%
your soul
I sold your soul and get hopeless
My focus is stared at on boats that float in the open
Of oceans coast the line on the margins I rhyme
Or choking or soaking up
Im you picked the second one
The of jealousy that your holding
Youre 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 if youre Mayweather you can't fight the feeling