Luyện nghe bài hát Handwriting

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

1]
Excuse my tone of but today was just a bad day
Label hit me about single and said I ain't had play
Since Country Sh*t, hell they that was a regional record 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 about this
But cool, I'm back to that 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, maybe this wasn't my
Maybe I'm hurting myself, talking 'bout real life of the fame
How can I change? Shawty I swear I I'm wasting time
On the phone with my pops like, "I just wanna some lives"
I want a deuce to ride with the ones I was dealt
My pride might be my downfall, but I asking for help
I my heart on my sleeve, don't run into me cuz it bleeds
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 can't hold back, you feel me?

2]
First quarter got me like boiling with soda in it
Drop my project in the pot watch it lock up like those in
Gotta prove these people that don't see the vision
nominations, number one on 106, hell I forgot to mention
Two free albums 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 immediately
Cuz I'm of being lied to and I'm waging war
Then I'm going to Sippi-land and I'm quitting rap
Ain't that bad cuz when I was poor, hell I was fat and
with the critics and the comments got me trippin'
Like my accent and my tone make it hard to listen
I was scarred but I was driven before the came
Lynching rappers and dropping albums, and em hang
I pushed mine back fear that they 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 it's on the
I take sh*t seriously man
This is my life, all I've ever known
This all ever do and I promise to God I won't
let nobody it from 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 wanna scrape it out
This the road less traveled, sh*t I just stay the route
I hear the hate and all the betrayal I gotta phase it out
With another shot, better chase it down with a glass of
Put that on my tab, I'm doing bad
Cuz music's all I've ever known, sh*t, all I've had
Tryna say something, tryna do something, tryna be
Ain't 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 wear Loc's, so they can see me clear
And you can say that I'm bitter but me if I'm trippin'
They their noses up and talk down on Mississippi
Imagine how feel to know you work hard, and you educated
And they treat you like you made 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)