Luyện nghe bài hát JOY//Regrets

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Bow to the pages, that got the ages
Pray to the Lord, and to be rich man everybody famous
Everybody us,
wanna live this life to be aimless,
Eyes are amazing, I just wanna be so close the brain is,

Never gon' play, when they running up state, and the go blaze,
always slay, when i think about the way, that im puffin on my haze

to me,
the blasphemy,
We just to breathe,
With a plumped up bitch that's mad at me,
They spread rumors, it's a catastrophe,
eye to the Mayans and the Joe Blows,
You a thief and you go low,
to the Lord and the heathens,
The evils that free us,
Sick and you run a little, you no fun now, why you gotta be so brittle,
But you, little wrong for the mane,
I you wanna laugh but I feel your pain

we really grew apart,
Yeah we always when it's two of us,
we never ever gonna hang again,
You always gone when I need a friend,
Times when I never wanna leave it,
I gotta score when I'm not needed,
You dip that's your own reasons,
Gotta visualize all old feelings,
Bitches to let go,
Fickle man and I said so,
Mane, die with the beat, to the drums,
Sside with a snitch, and you gotta my love,
to the battle,
to the battle,
Sick of all of the foolish, I'm rattled,
blood to all of those that diss us,
Rappers talk, but they playing up,
Wow when this games got you up,
Play with the heat, all the drugs,
Ride with a click, for the night,
what you like, die for the fight, dumb
Yeah,
But is scary,
that night you were meant to tell me,
no fucks, not necessary,
I got too, try a be a

(BRAP, BRAP, BRAP)

Please pray to lord I need that Jesus (Jesus),
Pray to the poor, I need this (need this) please to fall your legions (legions),
please die for the heathens (heathens),
Please don't die for the false, please just help me to you the most,
Please just me what the hell I need,
Please just guide me to see

[Male
Broken like you stepped on ice,
Knife in the back, everybody wanna yo life,
You I would be trouble, you were dead on right,
Stare at in the mirror and reflect on mine

[Female

There's way too many to leave behind us,
Why do the reminders have to us,
every time I close my eyes, I feel it, I can conceal it,
I regret nights, with you yeah,
And them texts you lying ooo babe

Oh who the are we kidding,
It's a young city slicker lifestyle we livin',
But now I know,
Was this even real or for show?
I swear i hate this yeah