Luyện nghe bài hát Fight The Feeling

Close eyes
[Mac - Verse 1]
Uhh
your eyes
So watch em do the macarena out in Pasadena
Love the that everybody here just tryna get a taste of
You a waste of the that you take up
Living, this time 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 down slopes
Cuz its all
As a kid I didnt that 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 dream when deep inside of one
And I know you hate spirits so I keep em in my lungs
Im a Beatle to these kids
Sometimes I be feeling a needle to these young kids
You had the world you bout to leave it to these kids
And we gon show you the love is
[Chorus - Iman
Stay high, fight what you know,
Let it intact
Dont 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 times its me, myself and Irene
We stay through the night
Wake up do Tai Chi
Homie cant you see Im chilling, please dont up my chi
Yeh my Y3, recently been up on fashion
Waste a of money kinda stinks of satisfaction
asleep in Hollywood, woke up in Manhattan
Balling like Im but Im fresh as Mars blackmon
A penny for your thoughts, a for your dreams
A price on an we never can agree
They you what you know but its better to believe
So why you act like 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 counting every single penny, mane
Start now cuz we for you anyways

[Kendrick - Verse 3]
Sometimes I wake up, up in the morning, up
this much make up off my bitch soon as she yawning
Take up, hours upon days just to find shit to say
But you wont it, even if your ears was pierced with
Beats by Dre, I
The sun is slowly
We all surely die eventually
So your calling?
Oh, you your phone behind,
Identity, crisis breaks mirrors, steer us through wickedness
Jesus Christ is right us and devil said you owe 10%
Sold your
I know sold your and get hopeless
My is stared at eloping on boats that float in the open
Of oceans that coast the on the margins I rhyme
Or choking or up game
Im hoping you the second one
The emotion of jealousy your holding
Youre telling me your golden but really cubic zirconian
Let me see
I break you down like a pound of fire your tactics are mighty clever
But even if youre Mayweather you can't the feeling