Luyện nghe bài hát I Own It

Ah ah me, let go
I tell you a story bout a coming of age
Feels like I push you, how I the years
There, the back of
They too me, I got maganet ways
Been a whole lot of going on
I light to the shade
It's kind of and partially bigger
Personally your like it's a joke
But, I ain't down, for all the funny business
you feel it I'm the realist
An the realist, it's take a minute
You'll get it, its
Trying, but me under pressure, it's
Love look what happens
When I start pressing em'
I made wit a roche and a rat
To get the scoop
Girl you can honestly move like
Cause you, only want to get
On you fail to began, so I throw jabs at the door
You easy on a bell to ring
heaven i go through hell for things
I'm scarface, you take nuttin in this world from me

(Course)
I own it, (Whew)
I ain't come to break angel
Baby it's a shame you be here in the morning
(Un uhh)
You be here in the

(Uhh)
You be here in the
No, no, no
Take me out, I'm sit and count
For now your mind trying to figure me out
just a surface, put in work
And run circles, to the
An 3 just more, to be sure
I guess it nobody, see what you wear
They to throw me in jail
Where in there eyes, tippin the scale
Don't hate at all, but they love you fail

Beneficial, and for everyone I left don't really miss ya
Took the track a motion picture
I guess move fast, when everything is slow motion wit ya
I ain't here to ask for permission
that, and we live for the love and the money
Make dat, it's a going on outside
Trying to keep you alive you won't
Trying to play both
Do what you do just don't kill my
Had to my eyes so when I make it to the other side

(Course)
I-I own it
I ain't come to break angel
Baby it's a
You wont be in the morning
(Un uhh)
You wont be in the
(Naw)
You be her in the
No, no, no
I own it (Come on)
I ain't come to you angel
it's a shame you want be here in the morning

(Naw)
You be in the
(Uh)
You be here in the
No, no
Now take me back to the days, When I ain't nothin
I could tell a world in advance to man coming
I come darker streets, hard decreeps
Cops ran cross the street to sleep hard to
ain't politically correct, but I came to make this house a home
I boms you casting stones
You must be blinded by the but you perfect
Got you you won
Throwing fame don't get stuck in this moment

(Course)
I own it (oh yea)
I come to break your angel
Baby it's a shame you won't be here in the
(Naw)
You won't be in the

(Uh)
You won't be in the
No, no, no