Luyện nghe bài hát Fight The Feeling

Close eyes
[Mac - Verse 1]
Uhh
Close your
So em do the macarena somewhere out in Pasadena
Love the drug that here just tryna get a taste of
You a of the space that you take up
Living, time around Im not kidding
I had an intuition about these in suspicion
Got me looking at you different how a man in my position cant start slipping down slopes
Cuz its all
As a kid I didnt learn but
you were young and you were just tryna live your life 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 them spirits so I keep em in my lungs
Im a Beatle to these young
Sometimes I be feeling a needle to these young kids
You had the world you bout to leave it to young kids
And we gon you what the love is
- Iman Omari]
Stay high, fight what you know,
Let it become
ever let it go
(it stop)
You fight 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 aint too many its me, myself and Irene
We smoking through the night
up do some Tai Chi
Homie cant you see Im chilling, dont fuck up my chi
Yeh my jacket Y3, recently been up on
Waste a bunch of kinda stinks of satisfaction
Fell asleep in Hollywood, up in Manhattan
like Im Jordan but Im fresh as Mars blackmon
A penny for your thoughts, a dollar for your
A price on an idea we never can
They tell you what you but its better to believe
So why you tryna act like you never gonna be
Still I em
Fuck what you know, Im feeling
continue living life cuz enough of em dont
You spend your counting every single penny, mane
Start now cuz we coming for you

[Kendrick - Verse 3]
Sometimes I up, up in the morning, make up
Wrap this much make up off my bitch soon as she
Take up, hours upon days just to 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 surely die eventually
So whats your
Oh, you left phone behind,
Identity, crisis breaks mirrors, vices steer us through
Jesus Christ is right near us and said you owe 10%
Sold your
I know your soul and get hopeless
My focus is stared at eloping on boats that float in the
Of that coast the line on the margins I rhyme
Or or soaking up game
Im hoping you the second one
The emotion of jealousy that holding
Youre telling me that your golden but really 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