Luyện nghe bài hát Fragile

You said you'd ever break, down
But I am sweeping, pieces off of the ground
You said you'd never, play, to crowds
But I've seen you hoping to play to them now
I've spent all long scared of tomorrow, I broke my alarm
Everything is lost, pick it up slow, before it's gone

We're
(Wish I'd known)
I thought I'd be so fragile
(You're not alone)
If it didn't before, it's about to
(We've here before)
I don't ever want to
I'm
I don't

Some of the people are Pulitzer, an opinion
do get it
I want you to come on and a jimmy and, die
Need to be given the remedy and
Critics are really the and I
stand the way they slam today's gifted
Effin' incredible, get away with grands to pay
This jam scripted
Deaf and
Write a rhyme and I put everything in a
I'm the N9ne I'mma look mean
When a foe scrabalamady but he has never at a show
By the times be better, leave it in the stove
they wrote nothin' but lies, quotes stuck in my eyes
Amateur dissin'
He's a beginner and hopes for your demise, folks despise
Never do try to
real, I'm mad
Clueless when you on your pad
How you gonna criticize now with a chisel on you now your ass
You don't really get why I'm so Understand this
I'm an artist, and I'm sensitive my shit, yes I'm

We're
(Wish I'd known)
I never thought I'd be so
(You're not alone)
If it didn't break before, about to
(We've here before)
I don't ever want to
I'm
I don't

Tell me I'm famous
Tell me that my is
Big as Venus Jupiter and Uranus
me that your anus got your head in it
I can smell the and know you're heinous
Tell me you love me, always thinkin' of me
Unconditional, I'm hoping I'm your
Grab a fishing pole and me with the sharks
That's the feelin' I get you're concentratin'
On this pen, on pad
me you're willin' to diss on my craft
Tell me the feelin' of pickin' this track

Puttin' my heart and my in these lines
Tellin' me platinum and gold all the
Lookin' to bury, a deep for mine

This is more than you, and is more than you
And your building slanderin' and abusin'
What I call the realest comin' a student
Told to use a poem as an UZI
Empty magazine, I a magazine
You seen my trigger finger, then I shootin'
That was nicotine, I'm to smoke 'em all
And journalists should've known my music

We're
(Wish I'd known)
I never thought I'd be so
(You're not alone)
If it didn't break before, about to
(We've been before)
I don't ever want to
I'm
I ever