Luyện nghe bài hát Life

1]
I got angels running 'way, I got demons me
I know was 25, I know Jesus 33
I tell death to keep a distance, I he obsessed with me
I say God, that's the one, I she would die for me
want a barcode on my wrist
To auction off the that don't fit their description of a utopia (black)
Like a problem won't exist if I just exist
If I grew up without a single pot to in
me for venting
Congress got the nerve to itself religious
Rich just getting richer, we just tryna live our

Momma the vodka with the sprite
killed my cousin with a pocket knife
While my on the phone
He was gone for than half my life
He got out a year and he died
I was on a
to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just
of them would get along
Momma him for winter coats
I was chilling with my [?]
Now tryna take his

Life don't mean to a nigga that ain't never had shit, yuh
Light mean lit in the dark, fight don't mean fists, ooh
Eyes don't see, eyes don't see, ice freeze
Light don't leave, I mean lie to me

Tell me I'll be okay, tell me be a [?]
Tell me that she my bae, that I won't be
Tell 'em I'll be okay, when I my [?]
Tell 'em that we the same, tell em' we not safe

2]
I got my soul, I'm at war that's on my mind
I Walter's body cold, wish I could switch it with mine
I'm not worried bout no rap shit, or wasted times
I still go to social even though I'm so anti
No I'm no Rihanna, the [?]
To it like Donovan, down a bit
I just been my whole career as a [?]
monitors shaking, I raise the apartments
I'm bonded with profit, I made what I made, and it
Amount of time in my mind the time you was watching
So stop me to people, no I am not them
A lot of people until they shit or get sh-*gunshot*
That's

Momma the vodka with the sprite
They killed my with a pocket knife
my uncle on the phone
He was gone for more half my life
He got out a and then he died
I was on a
Talking to my on the phone
the city when I was just four
None of would get along
Momma begging him for winter
I was chilling my niggas [?]
Now they tryna his life