Luyện nghe bài hát Handwriting

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

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

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

2]
First quarter got me boiling water with soda in it
Drop my project in the pot watch it lock up those in prison
Gotta these people wrong that don't see the vision
Three nominations, one on 106, hell I forgot to mention
Two albums minus label support
Fired my publicist cuz I forgot I was paying him for
Drunk til I'm conscious,
call Johnny tell him put y'all on 3-way
Cuz I'm sick of being lied to and I'm war
Then I'm going back to Sippi-land and I'm rap
Ain't that bad cuz when I was poor, hell I was fat and
Dealing with the critics and the got me trippin'
Like my accent and my tone make it hard to listen
I was but I was driven before the politics came
Lynching rappers and albums, and watching em hang
I pushed mine back fear that they might just do me the same
Cuz I rebel I might get shelved, but that's of the game
Hell, the handwriting...

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

3]
I did it for all of and all of yours
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 heart Lord I just wanna it out
This the road traveled, sh*t I just gotta stay the route
I hear the hate and all the I just gotta phase it out
With another shot, better it down with a glass of Crown
Put that on my tab, I'm doing bad
Cuz music's all I've known, sh*t, all I've ever had
Tryna say something, tryna do something, tryna be
much time 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 me if I'm trippin'
They stick their noses up and talk on Mississippi
Imagine how you'd feel to know you work hard, and you
And they treat you you never made it
The handwriting...

(The handwriting's on the wall, curtain's about to fall
Just no feelings left at all,
the handwriting, on the wall)