Luyện nghe bài hát Fight The Feeling

Close eyes
Miller - Verse 1]
Uhh
Close your
So em do the macarena somewhere out in Pasadena
Love the drug that everybody here just get a taste of
You a of the space that you take up
Living, this 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 slipping down these slopes
Cuz its all
As a kid I learn that but
When you were young and you were tryna live your life and have some fun
In the world when you have yet to see how evil its
Its to have a dream when youre deep inside of one
And I know you hate spirits so I keep em in my lungs
Im a to these young kids
Sometimes I be like a needle to these young kids
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
ever let it go
(it stop)
You fight the feeling, feeling
You fight the feeling, no
(it stop)
You fight the feeling, feeling
You fight the feeling, no
[Mac Miller - 2]
And I keep a Most Dope homies by me
So there aint too many its me, myself and Irene
We stay smoking through the
up do some Tai Chi
Homie cant you see Im chilling, please 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
Balling like Im but Im fresh as Mars blackmon
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
I tell em
Fuck what you know, Im feeling
continue living life cuz enough of em dont
You spend your days counting every penny, mane
now cuz we coming for you anyways

[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 slowly
We all surely die eventually
So whats calling?
Oh, you your phone behind,
Identity, crisis breaks mirrors, steer us through wickedness
Jesus Christ is near us and devil said you owe 10%
Sold your
I sold your soul and get hopeless
My focus is at eloping on boats that float in the open
Of oceans coast the line on the margins I rhyme
Or choking or soaking up
Im hoping you the second one
The of jealousy that your holding
Youre telling me that golden but really cubic zirconian
Let me see
I break you down like a pound of fire whenever your tactics are mighty
But even if youre you can't fight the feeling