Luyện nghe bài hát Handwriting

(Handwriting's on the wall)
Yeah, on the wall
keep drinking til they toss me out this motherf*cker man

1]
Excuse my tone of but today was just a bad day
hit me about another single and said I ain't had play
Since Country Sh*t, they thought that was a regional record anyway
But thank God for Bun B and Ludacris they had faith
That sh*t would take off and it did, guess I was too country to
I make albums not hits, rich folks don't know about this
But that's cool, I'm back to K.R.I.T. Wuz Here
Pray to God this was for me, a king to be
my time was near
Maybe I'm in vain, maybe this wasn't my lane
Maybe I'm hurting myself, talking 'bout life instead of the fame
How can I change? I swear I think I'm wasting time
On the phone with my like, "I just wanna save some lives"
I want a deuce to ride with the ones I was dealt
My might be my downfall, but I ain't asking for help
I my heart on my sleeve, don't run into me cuz it bleeds
No disrespect to craft, but I make my own beats
the handwriting.

(The on the wall...)
Man the do something to a n*gga man sometimes that sh*t...
I just can't back, you feel me?

2]
First quarter got me like boiling with soda in it
Drop my project in the pot it lock up like those in prison
Gotta prove these people wrong that see the vision
Three nominations, number one on 106, hell I forgot to
Two free minus label support
Fired my publicist cuz I what I was paying him for
til I'm barely conscious,
call Johnny tell him put y'all on 3-way
Cuz I'm sick of lied to and I'm waging war
Then I'm going back to and I'm quitting rap
that bad cuz when I was poor, hell I was fat and happy
Dealing the critics and the comments got me trippin'
Like my accent and my tone make it really hard to
I was but I was driven before the politics came
rappers and dropping albums, and watching em hang
I pushed mine back with fear that might just do me the same
Cuz I rebel I get shelved, but that's part of the game
Hell, the handwriting...

(The on the wall...)
Goddamn right on the wall
I this sh*t seriously man
This is my life, all I've ever known
all I'll ever do and I promise to God I won't
let nobody take it me

3]
I did it for all of mine and all of
Ten deep in the game I'm in
I'm bound to lose if I'm in sin
If I play to win will I make it
I'm tired of feeling my heart Lord I wanna scrape it out
This the road less traveled, sh*t I just gotta stay the
I hear the hate and all the betrayal I gotta phase it out
With another shot, better chase it down with a of Crown
Put that on my tab, I'm doing bad
Cuz music's all I've ever known, sh*t, all ever had
Tryna say something, do something, tryna be better
Ain't much time left, I gotta make do, I can't live
Ain't what makes me me? No smoke and no mirrors
And I don't even wear Loc's, so can see me clear
And you can say that I'm but tell me if I'm trippin'
They their noses up and talk down on Mississippi
Imagine how you'd feel to know you work hard, and you
And they treat you like you made it
The handwriting...

(The handwriting's on the wall, final about to fall
Just ain't no left at all,
the handwriting, on the wall)