Luyện nghe bài hát Handwriting

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

1]
Excuse my tone of voice but was just a bad day
Label hit me another single and said I ain't had play
Since Country Sh*t, hell they thought that was a record anyway
But thank God for Bun B and Ludacris because had faith
That would take off and it did, guess I was too country to quit
I make albums not hits, these rich don't know about this
But cool, I'm back to that K.R.I.T. Wuz Here
Pray to God this was meant for me, a to be
Hoping my was near
Maybe I'm in vain, maybe this wasn't my lane
Maybe I'm hurting myself, talking real life instead of the fame
How can I change? I swear 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 with the I was dealt
My might be my downfall, but I ain't asking for help
I wear my heart on my sleeve, don't run 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 n*gga man that sh*t...
I just can't hold back, you me?

2]
First got me like boiling water 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 albums minus 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 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 that bad cuz when I was poor, I was fat and happy
Dealing with the critics and the comments got me
Like my accent and my tone make it really hard to
I was scarred but I was driven the politics came
Lynching rappers and albums, and watching em hang
I pushed mine back with fear that they might do me the same
Cuz I rebel I might get shelved, but that's part of the
Hell, the handwriting...

(The on the wall...)
Goddamn it's on the wall
I take this sh*t man
This is my life, this all 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 to lose if I'm living in sin
If I play to win will I make it
I'm tired of feeling my Lord I just wanna scrape it out
This the road less traveled, sh*t I just gotta the route
I hear the hate and all the I just gotta phase it out
With another shot, better chase it down with a glass of
Put on my tab, yeah I'm doing bad
Cuz music's all ever known, sh*t, all I've ever had
Tryna say something, do something, tryna be better
Ain't much left, I gotta make do, I can't live forever
Ain't that what makes me me? No smoke and no
And I don't even wear Loc's, so they can see me
And you can say that I'm bitter but tell me if I'm
They stick their noses up and talk down on
Imagine how you'd feel to know you work hard, and you
And treat you like you never made it
The handwriting...

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