Luyện nghe bài hát Fight The Feeling

Close your
Miller - Verse 1]
Uhh
Close your
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 you take up
Living, this around Im not kidding
I had an intuition these women in suspicion
Got me looking at you different how a man in my cant start slipping down these slopes
Cuz its all
As a kid I didnt that but
you were young and you were just tryna live your life and have some fun
In the world when you 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 Beatle to these 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 the love is
- Iman Omari]
Stay high, don't 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 cant the feeling, feeling
You cant the feeling, no
[Mac - Verse 2]
And I keep a couple Dope homies by me
So there aint too many times its me, myself and
We stay through the night
Wake up do Tai Chi
Homie cant you see Im chilling, dont fuck up my chi
Yeh my jacket Y3, been up on fashion
Waste a bunch of money kinda 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 on an idea we never can agree
They tell you what you but its better to believe
So why you tryna act like what you gonna be
Still I em
Fuck you know, Im feeling comfortable
Just living life cuz enough of em dont
You spend your days counting single penny, mane
now cuz we coming for you anyways

[Kendrick - Verse 3]
I wake up, up in the morning, make up
Wrap this much 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
by Dre, I mean
The sun is slowly
We all should die eventually
So whats your
Oh, you your phone behind,
Identity, crisis breaks mirrors, vices steer us through
Jesus Christ is right us and devil said you owe 10%
your soul
I sold your soul and get hopeless
My focus is stared at eloping on boats that float in the
Of oceans coast the line on the margins I rhyme
Or choking or soaking up
Im hoping you the second one
The emotion of that your holding
Youre telling me that your golden but cubic zirconian
Let me see
I break you down like a pound of fire whenever tactics are mighty clever
But even if Mayweather you can't fight the feeling