Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Not Real

Passport, filling it up stamps
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
Think my bitch don't me no more
Cause every time she's sad I console her no more
If money buy you love, then love's not
So tell my why you on your crying to the floor
If you had the chance, would you take the you need to make it right?
The clouds are gray but would you pay the price to paint them
Might have a baby on the way, cause I going in raw
It feels better, that real
I'm not real, I I never was
I get a rush time she let me get a touch
I need to feel (love)
I need to feel (pain)
My garden hasn't been growing so can you that (rain)
I Keep my up (high)
A fed up (lies)
They always tell me where my is on this LP
I don't



Telekinetics put 50k on my credit
Looking for answers, I'm searching but I getting 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 nose to the
Ain't fucking with hoes
duckets 'til I die
While my foes running, fuck it
Marijuana in my stomach, toasted in public
Head in the clouds, my in the struggle
Like who didn't test Test this
Few new rules in effect,

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

Point me to the road, and run it
Bloodhound with my to the money
Ain't fucking with hoes
duckets 'til I die
While my foes running, fuck it
Marijuana in my stomach, toasted in public
in the clouds, my toes in the struggle
Like who didn't test Test this
Few new in effect, bitch