Luyện nghe bài hát JOY//Regrets

1]

Bow to the pages, that got through the
Pray to the Lord, and pray to be man everybody famous
blame us,
Never wanna this life to be aimless,
are amazing, I just wanna be so close where the brain is,

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

to me,
the blasphemy,
We have to breathe,
a plumped up bitch that's just mad at me,
They gotta rumors, it's a catastrophe,
Side eye to the and the Joe Blows,
You a thief and you go low,
to the Lord and the heathens,
The evils that wanna us,
witted 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

Yeah we really apart,
Yeah we gone when it's two of us,
we never ever gonna hang again,
You always fucken when I need a friend,
Times when I never ever leave it,
I gotta score when I'm not needed,
You dip that's your own reasons,
visualize all these 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 lose my love,
to the battle,
to the battle,
Sick of all of the foolish, I'm rattled,
Spill blood to all of those diss us,
Rappers talk, but they catch up,
Wow when games got you fucked up,
Play the heat, stash all the drugs,
with a click, live for the night,
Find you like, die for the fight, dumb
Yeah,
But is scary,
Like that you were meant to tell me,
no fucks, not necessary,
I got too, try a be a

(BRAP, BRAP, BRAP)

Please pray to lord that I 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 me to help you the most,
Please just tell me the hell I need,
just guide me to finally see

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

[Female

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

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