Luyện nghe bài hát JOY//Regrets

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

gon' play, when they running up state, and the guns go blaze,
always gotta slay, when i think about the way, that im puffin on my

to me,
the blasphemy,
We just to breathe,
a plumped up bitch that's just mad at me,
They gotta rumors, it's a catastrophe,
eye to the Mayans and the Joe Blows,
You a little 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 know you laugh but I feel your pain

we really grew apart,
Yeah we always when it's two of us,
Yeah we never ever gonna again,
You always fucken gone I need a friend,
Times when I never wanna leave it,
I don't gotta when I'm not needed,
You wanna dip your own reasons,
Gotta visualize all old feelings,
Bitches to let go,
Fickle man and I said so,
Mane, die the beat, ride 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,
Spill blood to all of those diss us,
Rappers talk, but they catch up,
Wow when this got you fucked up,
Play with the heat, all the drugs,
Ride a click, live for the night,
Find what you like, die for the fight,
Yeah,
But is scary,
Like that night you were meant to me,
no fucks, not necessary,
I got too, try a be a

(BRAP, BRAP, BRAP)

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

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

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There's way too many dramas to leave us,
Why do the reminders to find us,
every time 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,
It's a young city lifestyle that we livin',
But now I know,
Was this even real or for show?
I swear i hate this feeling