Luyện nghe bài hát Fight The Feeling

Close eyes
[Mac - Verse 1]
Uhh
Close eyes
So watch em do the macarena out in Pasadena
Love the drug that here just tryna get a taste of
You a waste of the space that you up
Living, this time around Im not
I had an intuition these women in suspicion
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 your life and have some fun
In the world 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 spirits so I keep em in my lungs
Im a Beatle to young kids
Sometimes I be like a needle to these young kids
You had the world you bout to it to these young kids
And we gon you what the love is
[Chorus - Omari]
high, don't fight what you know,
Let it become
Dont let it go
(it stop)
You cant the feeling, feeling
You fight the feeling, no
(it stop)
You fight the feeling, feeling
You cant the feeling, no
[Mac Miller - 2]
And I a couple Most Dope homies by me
So there too many times its me, myself and Irene
We stay smoking through the
up do some Tai Chi
Homie cant you see Im chilling, please dont up my chi
Yeh my jacket Y3, recently been up on
Waste a bunch of money kinda stinks of
Fell asleep in Hollywood, woke up in
Balling like Im Jordan but Im as Mars blackmon
A penny for your thoughts, a for your dreams
A price on an we never can agree
They tell you you know but its better to believe
So why you tryna act like you never gonna be
Still I em
Fuck what you know, Im comfortable
Just continue living life cuz of em dont
You spend your days counting single penny, mane
now cuz we coming for you anyways

[Kendrick Lamar - 3]
I wake up, up in the morning, make 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 your ears was with
Beats by Dre, I
The sun is falling
We all surely die eventually
So whats calling?
Oh, you left your behind,
Identity, crisis breaks mirrors, vices steer us through
Jesus Christ is right us and devil said you owe 10%
Sold soul
I know your soul and get hopeless
My focus is stared at on boats that float in the open
Of that coast the line on the margins I rhyme
Or choking or up game
Im hoping you picked the one
The emotion of that your holding
Youre me that your golden but really cubic zirconian
Let me see
I break you down like a pound of whenever your tactics are mighty clever
But even if youre Mayweather you can't the feeling