Luyện nghe bài hát Handwriting

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

1]
Excuse my of voice but today was just a bad day
Label hit me about another single and said I ain't had
Since Country Sh*t, hell they that was a regional record anyway
But thank God for Bun B and Ludacris because they had
sh*t would take off and it did, guess I was too country to quit
I make albums not hits, these rich folks don't know 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
I'm rapping in vain, maybe this wasn't my lane
Maybe I'm hurting myself, talking 'bout real life instead of the
How can I change? Shawty I swear I think I'm time
On the with my pops like, "I just wanna save some lives"
I just want a deuce to ride 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 disrespect to your craft, but I my own beats
the handwriting.

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

2]
First quarter got me like water with soda in it
Drop my in the pot watch it lock up like those in prison
Gotta these people wrong that don't see the vision
Three nominations, number one on 106, hell I forgot to
Two albums minus label support
Fired my publicist cuz I forgot I was paying him for
Drunk til I'm conscious,
call tell him put y'all on 3-way immediately
Cuz I'm of being lied to and I'm waging war
Then I'm going back to and I'm quitting rap
Ain't that bad cuz I was poor, hell I was fat and happy
Dealing the critics and the comments got me trippin'
my accent and my tone make it really hard to listen
I was scarred but I was driven before the came
rappers and dropping albums, and watching em hang
I pushed mine back with 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 this sh*t seriously man
This is my life, this all I've ever
This all I'll ever do and I to God I won't
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 I make it out?
I'm tired of my heart Lord I just wanna scrape it out
This the road traveled, sh*t I just gotta stay the route
I hear the hate and all the betrayal I just gotta it out
With another shot, better chase it down 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
Tryna say something, do something, tryna be better
Ain't much time left, I make do, I can't live forever
Ain't what makes me me? No smoke and no mirrors
And I don't even Loc's, so they can see me clear
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 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
Just no feelings left at all,
the handwriting, on the wall)