Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Not Real

Passport, filling it up with
Set a camp up on my land, the rivers of Japan
She on asking for a rack so I ran
Looking back, you can't see who I am
my bitch don't know me no more
Cause every time she's sad I can't console her no
If money buy you love, then not enough
So tell my why you on your knees crying to the
If you had the chance, would you take the time you need to it right?
The clouds are gray but would you pay the to paint them white?
Might have a on the way, cause I been going in raw
It feels better, real pleasure
I'm not real, I think I was
I get a every time she let me get a touch
I to feel that (love)
I need to that (pain)
My garden hasn't been growing so can you bring (rain)
I Keep my up (high)
A fed up (lies)
They always tell me where my is on this LP
I exist



Telekinetics put 50k on my credit
Looking for answers, I'm searching but I ain't far
get it on, I'm royal like Tenenbaums in Lebanon
Decepticons, hit it 'til my is gone

me to the road, and I'mma run it
Bloodhound with my to the money
Ain't fucking with hoes
Getting duckets I die
While my foes busy running, it
Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in
Head in the clouds, my toes in the
Like who didn't test yet? Test
Few new rules in effect,

See this a rather spooky action
Roll it up and it to me
and booty, absolutely, smack a groupie acting bougie
See a creature, ass
Need a feature, shoot me
Truly bitches must have them bad jeans and the back is
Had to do these rapper tunes to let 'em know the is booming
Past the views of Catholic schoolers, fact, but you in assuming
Back to cash pursuing
Posted up like Patrick
Rapper fuser, sad if you would for a stack or two
eloquent, irrelevant sentences show my penmanship
Indefinite boundaries, you the end of it
Don't forget you infested in nasty
Allowing birds to fall to their death before even fly
He and I are not the
Doctor, doctor, prescribe me something for the pain
Money in machines, those will you change
If I go tomorrow, I just hope it ain't in
But I complain

Point me to the road, and run it
with my nose to the money
Ain't fucking with these
Getting duckets I die
my foes busy running, fuck it
Marijuana smoke in my stomach, toasted in
Head in the clouds, my toes in the
Like who didn't test Test this
Few new in effect, bitch