Luyện nghe bài hát Heir To The Throne

Lets get in the perspective of no objectives love
spectacles riddle the festivals left of us
collectible surgical medical kit synthetical
intellectual thug is digestin all vegetable grub
buzz reputable so theres skeptical fuss,
my of you doesn't mean you'll find where the rest of you was,
the rest of you was as late as the rest of you was,
in my hostel and then he gets the new scrubs,
nigga gyro hero out a hero, an sub,
by myself in sectional club with professional gloves,
my set of binocular goggles scope slugs..
congressional fuss me to depression too much
and its taking me to a level few could express a dutch,
i walk in a cloudy state of mind with my head in the
and to this reverend i wish I was beheaded at seven..
instead its like i jetted from hell, went dead in dead end,
A sinister sinner sentenced to get this with this leaded eleven,
1997 i was joyful, happy and bright, im unlawful, happy despite
dysfunctional family gatherings for the scraps who fight,
knew i was gifted the words how i rap what i write,
drive with a on the road, passin the sights,
sat on the stoop and them gun blast massacre nights,
ask if its right em then out em fast as a light,
parachute assault niggas casket a kite,
now that i got your one sided attention
im different from niggas you attention
now pay attention,
need i say or if i persuaded conditions
of wishes you say is business
i a greater pension,
late intentions what made all my late extension
what gave to my plate position and state, my and mission its real