Luyện nghe bài hát Life Is What Distracts You From Death

Yo I got this, I got this, it like this, unh
is what distracts you from death
Gaspin for
Grabbin chest
Now look to God and ask him what's
No answer, now how can I the test?
I can't figure out the order of bastard's mess
I'm disasterous
stress
It's futile like you child to sell me bags of sess
Now put that to
I'm sportin rags I dress
While mad obsessed
With Hil, Polo and Guess
Got selected when rap was a braggin contest
Now you could of like THIS
To sell records act
blasted the best
Fast like the wild and had intercourse with the bulletholes in the chest
Hooooes need to get their fat asses
of sex
Must have molested ___?___ committed incest
Violated earth, grabbed her ass and breasts
Got father time off the kid's soft I had to fess...up
I never fuck with what raps suggest they make me laugh mos def
As you get gassed by the
Me? I'm on E, I got no gas left
I had to walk my way home but I forgot the
Once I got I had no access
To my
Moms changed the 'cause of my bad ass mouth
My bad ass mouth? I one to hold back
I I'm jet white for some reason my balls act bald black
Ask your girl about 'em yo bitch is so whack
She gave my spirit a disease called the sooooouuuuul
The way she when she smoooookes crack
You don't believe me? look here I got the moment
Opponents are to react
Like when I got to gave a and you throw dap
Now you know
man is listenin
Change hand positioning
It makes no sense a satanic christening
They panic from all the shit I
You ain't dissed by Sage yet? just keep on listening
I it interesting
They keep distancing from what I have to say
Peace to my family members that are gone and passed
Day after day it makes me think about my and purpose
On this earth's
Since birth, world has been a circus
Of three
Once begins
hang ourselves from the tree limbs
With G
You see there's too much
From the
my lips
As you watch what I say hopin that my toungue slips
But I made "Tripp", turned Kenneth to a "Star"
Sex just distract you from the real problems there are
get fooled my the media
Don't believe everythin you or eat, everythin they feed to ya
Emcees to me, HA, they got lazy
I'mma hip hop back to Eighty-Six
Sage got you thinkin maybe it's...
All down hill from here like the Patriots