Luyện nghe bài hát Handwriting

(Handwriting's on the wall)
Yeah, on the wall
I'ma keep drinking til they toss me out this man

1]
Excuse my of voice but today was just a bad day
Label hit me about another single and said I had play
Since Country Sh*t, hell they thought that was a regional anyway
But thank God for Bun B and because they had faith
That sh*t would off and it did, guess I was too country to quit
I make albums not hits, these rich folks don't know 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
Hoping my time was
Maybe I'm rapping in vain, this wasn't my lane
Maybe I'm hurting myself, talking 'bout real life of the fame
How can I change? Shawty I I think I'm wasting time
On the phone with my pops like, "I just save some lives"
I just want a deuce to ride the ones I was dealt
My pride be my downfall, but I ain't asking for help
I wear my heart on my sleeve, run into me cuz it bleeds
No disrespect to your craft, but I make my own
the handwriting.

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

2]
First quarter got me like water with soda in it
my project in the pot watch it lock up like those in prison
Gotta prove people wrong that don't see the vision
Three nominations, number one on 106, hell I to mention
Two free albums label support
my publicist cuz I forgot what I was paying him for
Drunk til I'm conscious,
call Johnny him put y'all on 3-way immediately
Cuz I'm sick of being lied to and I'm war
Then I'm back to Sippi-land and I'm quitting rap
Ain't 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 it really hard to listen
I was but I was driven before the politics came
Lynching rappers and dropping albums, and em hang
I pushed back with fear that they might just do me the same
Cuz I I might get shelved, but that's part of the game
Hell, the handwriting...

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

3]
I did it for all of and all of yours
Ten toes in the game I'm in
I'm bound to if I'm living in sin
If I play to win will I it out?
I'm tired of feeling my heart I just wanna scrape it out
This the less traveled, sh*t I just gotta stay the route
I hear the hate and all the I just gotta phase it out
another shot, better chase it down with a glass of Crown
Put that on my tab, I'm doing bad
Cuz all I've ever known, sh*t, all I've ever had
Tryna say something, tryna do something, be better
Ain't much left, I gotta make do, I can't live forever
Ain't that 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 stick their noses up and down on Mississippi
Imagine how you'd feel to know you hard, and you educated
And they treat you like you never it
The handwriting...

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