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
Label hit me another single and said I ain't had play
Since Country Sh*t, hell they thought that was a regional anyway
But thank God for Bun B and Ludacris because they had
That would take off and it did, guess I was too country to quit
I make albums not hits, these rich folks know about this
But that's cool, I'm back to K.R.I.T. Wuz Here
to God this was meant for me, a king to be
Hoping my time was
Maybe I'm rapping in vain, maybe wasn't my lane
Maybe I'm hurting myself, 'bout real life instead of the fame
How can I change? Shawty I swear I think I'm wasting
On the phone with my pops like, "I just wanna save lives"
I just a deuce to ride with the ones I was dealt
My might 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 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 hold 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 like those in
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
Fired my publicist cuz I forgot I was paying him for
Drunk til I'm 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 going back to and I'm quitting rap
Ain't that bad cuz when I was poor, hell I was fat and
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
Lynching and dropping albums, and watching em hang
I pushed mine back with fear that they might just do me the
Cuz I rebel I might get shelved, but part of the game
Hell, the handwriting...

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

3]
I did it for all of mine and all of
Ten deep 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 my heart Lord I just wanna scrape it out
This the road less traveled, I just gotta stay the route
I the hate and all the betrayal I just gotta phase it out
With another shot, better it down with a glass of Crown
Put on my tab, yeah I'm doing bad
Cuz music's all ever known, sh*t, all I've ever had
say something, tryna do something, tryna be better
Ain't much time left, I gotta make do, I live forever
that what makes me me? No smoke and no mirrors
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'
stick their noses up and talk down 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 on the wall, final curtain's about to fall
ain't no feelings left at all,
the handwriting, on the wall)