Luyện nghe bài hát Gifted

Verse ( West)

Hey eh
I'm for running my mouth
I not be accountable for what comes out uh
I don't I might of said it
I was kinda gone and
My jacket fresh, bright red-ed
And as my pants tight threaded
It seem everybody dress tight now
And I just my credit
get it twisted or dreaded
I am the king and not be-headed
To the no time soon brethren
broke made my head hurt
So I need the bread or an
That'll only get my engine
y'all on ten, I'm on eleven
I'mma the news, be on at seven
Matter fact, I'm on this very
I'm in and y'all in second
And this verse only add to the
Call to the club, tell 'em add to the list
What you Way more bitches?
I can be to big for my britches
Y'all mutha know who this is
I'm gifted, Christmas...
Christmas

(Lykke Li and Santogold)

I'm armed pens
And I got my
comes, I'll write it down
So me out
And shoot me
mics in hand
We'll stand against the of time

(Santogold)

You don't my mind
Like I said a thousand
I try to stay
Know what I'm for
I leave you to your
seen my kind before
And all so thick headed
Follow and I I led it
of me won't me quit
Won't let me not say shit
So much there to be bored
be still, I can't afford it
Try to hold it in but it me sick
So I spit it out, say the hell it
I dream it and I it tall
Make a way for when it

(Lykke Li and Santogold)

I'm armed with
And I got my
comes, I'll write it down
So me out
And shoot me
With mics in
stand against the test of time

I'm with pens
And I got my
Whatever comes, I'll it down
So me out
And shoot me
mics in hand
We'll stand against the test of