Luyện nghe bài hát Heir To The Throne

Lets get in the of with no objectives love
spectacles riddle the festivals left of us
collectible surgical medical kit synthetical
intellectual thug is digestin all these grub
respectable buzz reputable so skeptical fuss,
my best of you doesn't mean find where the rest of you was,
the rest of you was about as late as the of you was,
hostility in my hostel and then he the new scrubs,
nigga gyro hero out a hero, an sub,
by myself in sectional club with professional gloves,
my set of goggles scope incredible slugs..
fuss aching me to depression too much
and its me to a level few could express through a dutch,
i walk in a cloudy of mind with my head in the heavens
and said to this reverend i wish I was at seven..
instead its like i jetted from hell, went in this dead end,
A sinister sinner sentenced to get this bread with this eleven,
1997 i was joyful, and bright, 2007 im unlawful, happy despite
dysfunctional family for the scraps who would fight,
i was gifted with the words how i rap what i write,
drive with a focus on the road, the sights,
sat on the stoop and missed them gun blast nights,
ask if its point em then out em fast as a light,
parachute arial assault casket a kite,
now that i got undivided one sided attention
im from niggas you payed attention
now pay attention,
need i say or mention if i conditions
of playin wishes you say is
i needed a pension,
your late what made all my late extension
what gave to my position and state, my fate and mission its real