Luyện nghe bài hát JOY//Regrets

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

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

to me,
the blasphemy,
We have to breathe,
With a plumped up bitch just 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,
Praying to the and the heathens,
The evils that wanna us,
Sick and you run a little, you no fun now, why you gotta be so brittle,
But you, little for the pussy mane,
I you wanna laugh but I feel your pain

Yeah we really apart,
we always gone when it's two of us,
Yeah we never gonna hang again,
You always fucken when I need a friend,
Times when I never ever wanna it,
I don't gotta score I'm not needed,
You wanna dip that's own reasons,
Gotta visualize all old feelings,
taught to let go,
Fickle minded man and I 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 catch up,
Wow when this games got you 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 night you were 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 offer to 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 me what the hell I need,
Please just me to finally see

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

[Female

There's way too many dramas to leave us,
Why do the have to find us,
Cause every 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 city slicker lifestyle that we livin',
But now I know,
Was this real or just for show?
I swear i hate this feeling