Luyện nghe bài hát Hiatus

Two years, up
sleep, wake up
Girl gon up
right, cake up
Friends came, friends
Bullshit is
that, Hip Hop
Really not
Maybe just my died
Sober, still high
Slugs fly, up, dry but still a thug cries
I cry til I can't cry no
Believe my own I can't lie no more
Soul's dead, I can't sigh no more
Wheel's already off, I can't ride no more
I guess I... pack up all of my belongings and troop it
You know beef when a smart nigga get stupid
Then justified, rational nullified
He's been shot 8 times, thought my brother died
See he was different, I know his mother tried
His arms tied, I'm teach dude to touch the sky
But still wild
Turned on by 40
Was young never saw me wild, clutch Horry style
No wonder why I picked up to beef
I ever fist fought with niggas bigger than me
I never been the one to try to grab in my reach
Incompliant, you have now the breach
I feel like is all written, understand my math
Got on my knees told God I had a he laughed
I mean...
pass, no sleep
Cowards get a leak
Showered twice the whole
control freak
Thinkin' suicide
Won't though, I'm
nigga, do or die
Hood him crucified
Jewelry on, fresh
broads, excess
Phone calls, death
Tell me the next step
what?
Whos
Paranoid as
Gripping on my deuce
Either way a lose
All I is one mic
blades, gun fights
Grew no sun light
sons plight
If done right, seek and fail
I don't the path
I'm creating my own to leave a
No rhyme or
Nor reason to
No food for thought
was seasoning mine
Now they counting my
Second guessing my life
Bringing weapons of in when you question my passion
I for this
Not the baguettes and the
Got signed having the then the question changed
Saying off don't sound right
Is blashphemous, right
I mics
Music is just what feelings like
So even though I do it it's flames
For a while like I was making music in vein
We view it the same
I use it for
do it for change
I use it for
But keep your thing
Soundscans sky
Build all hype bout it
People cop it
This is my logic
Maybe it's
Though labels try to it
This is my
So let me start doing what like
A nigga in the booth fresher then some new nikes
And I like cruise-control
No that!
I can't do it, I might my soul
Even though help a nigga to his goal
defeat the whole purpose
Nahh that ain't Jerz is
Nahh that be worthless
Bars sounding
A nigga much then what you see on the surface
I rather resort back to purses
understanding what the gift and the curse is
If I was more concerned about a
I would tell it's about to go down like bird shit
It courage, me verses urges
Words split and got caught up in label
And worse is
been deserted in the circus
Up and the circuit
It's like herses
Sicker the pedaphiles working in the churches
That the type of shit I need fit for my verses
So help niggas understand mouse
Why try to fit in when you a stand
No album but the never ran out
Beside from rap I'm kinda on land now
I don't know where the game is
It's just been by Hurricane Chris
So niggas can't fathom money and fame is
Well some get it by using their stainless
Well some niggas get it what the kid in
Me!... I'm regular Joe I let it change shit