Luyện nghe bài hát Fight The Feeling

Close eyes
[Mac - Verse 1]
Uhh
Close eyes
So watch em do the somewhere out in Pasadena
Love the drug that here just tryna get a taste of
You a waste of the space you take up
Living, time around Im not kidding
I had an about these women in suspicion
Got me at you different 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 and have some fun
In the world you have yet to see how evil its become
Its hard to have a dream youre deep inside of one
And I know you hate them 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 kids
And we gon show you what the is
- Iman Omari]
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
[Mac Miller - 2]
And I keep a Most Dope homies by me
So there aint too times its me, myself and Irene
We smoking through the night
up do some Tai Chi
Homie you see Im chilling, please dont fuck up my chi
Yeh my Y3, recently been up on fashion
Waste a bunch of money stinks of satisfaction
Fell asleep in Hollywood, up in Manhattan
Balling like Im Jordan but Im fresh as blackmon
A penny for your thoughts, a dollar for dreams
A price on an idea we can agree
They tell you what you know but its to believe
So why you tryna act what you never gonna be
I tell em
Fuck you know, Im feeling comfortable
Just living life cuz enough of em dont
You spend your days counting every penny, mane
Start now cuz we coming for you

[Kendrick - Verse 3]
Sometimes I wake up, up in the morning, up
Wrap much make up off my bitch soon as she yawning
Take up, hours upon days to find power shit to say
But you wont hear it, even if ears was pierced with
Beats by Dre, I
The sun is falling
We all should die eventually
So your calling?
Oh, you left phone behind,
Identity, crisis breaks mirrors, steer us through wickedness
Jesus Christ is right near us and said you owe 10%
your soul
I sold your soul and get hopeless
My is stared at eloping on boats that float in the open
Of that coast the line on the margins I rhyme
Or choking or soaking up
Im hoping you picked the one
The emotion of jealousy that 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