Luyện nghe bài hát Killers

[J. Cole - 1]
Momma I just a man
My body still trembling can you my hand
Don't shed no tears, it won't be long before find out it was me momma
This may be the last you see me free ma
Don't it cryin'
You did best, me I was blessed, know you were stressed tryin'
To keep me out the streets, me police
Tryin' not to a peek to wake you up out your sleep
A drunk and high
a class, fluncking high school
I know you taught me better, somehow I never
I was playing with fire, somehoe I never burned
You to set me straight, somehow I never permed
You tried to show me right but somehow I turned
in a cloud of marijuana, are you sane dummy
Dry face mommy, your not to blame for me
See I'm a man, I gotta take came for me
At times I wonder my father
Would it for me if he was around?
Would I still be round with the lowlife's
Bum ass no jobs, no life
them n-ggas killed for no price
I watched his life flash before his eyes a strobe light
I pulled the momma
Tryna be hard, I aint to kill the n-gga momma
But done is done
I'm on the run, I live my life like a movie now way too realer
Who thought your baby boy woulda grew up to be a killer

Yeh, now I'm a
Guess I'm a
got me in here with the killers
Yeah I the killers

[J. - Verse 2]
I whats in store for me
Lately been stressing, pray for blessings, that there's more for me
Than just a simple
that I used to hoop with is doing triple life
Gave up the shot
Work on the john
Who thought I used to block this n-ggas lay ups
Now he's in a layed up
I wish you well, up
Like
life can make a n-gga fold like a laundry mat
I sip this cognac though to ease my brain from all pain
and so that I react slow, in fast world
Slow n-ggas, fast
Hoes give up ass while these ho hold triggers
on 'em
Hold up old checker flag for 'em
lines by the do not park sign
It's deep, all these cold hearted holding heat
I'd rather blast they steal a n-gga
Tell 'em now boy, don't me turn into a killer

Yeah, a killer
Don't me turn into a killer
Yeah, to a killer, yeh yeh

[J. - Verse 3]
To those who had for me in the past
Who woulda thought time would fly by so
I back in class we used to make believe
it was draft day
Swore we would make the league, be rich
Saturday morning had to the leaves, awww shit
how they pile up
Seem a mile up
I was the blisters on my hand than I up my best friend
Skating is where we headed tonight
And if a disrespect, yes we ready to fight
In retrospect that shit seemed
At the time, the was heavy
Cause was all about your name
You had to scrap with any n-gga that would call you
Ashamed no doubt, so many n-ggas go brains blown out
a n-gga chain and he got his name rolled out in obituaries
Another in a cemetary
Another n-gga in the penetentiary
And he don't a f-ck no missionary
Rap visionary, paint a n-gga pictionary
you what it is, I'm a dictionary
I knew a that threw his d-ck in every chick in every city that he went to
Went hard like the do
Till he met the bitch, man just came home ex-convict
And he on with that Thriller
Shit, f-cking around with them

yeah, with killers
F-cking around with killers
Say I'm a