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 your
Now to God and ask him what's left?
No answer, now how can I pass the
I can't figure out the of this bastard's mess
I'm disasterous
stress
It's like you child trying to sell me bags of sess
Now put that to
I'm sportin rags when I
While mad obsessed
With Hil, Polo and Guess
Got selected best when rap was a braggin
Now you of sounded like THIS
To records act possessed
blasted the best
Fast like the wild west and had intercourse with the bulletholes in the
need to get their fat asses dressed
of sex
Must have been molested ___?___ committed
Violated earth, grabbed her ass and breasts
Got father time ticked off the 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 ridin on E, I got no gas
I had to walk my way home but I forgot the
I got there I had no access
To my
Moms changed the lock of my bad ass mouth
My bad ass mouth? I ain't one to back
I know I'm jet white for reason my balls act bald black
Ask your girl about 'em yo bitch is so whack
She my spirit a disease called the sooooouuuuul clap
The way she when she smoooookes crack
You don't believe me? here I got the koooodak moment
Opponents are to react
Like when I got to gave a pound and you dap
Now you that
Every man is
Change your hand
It makes no sense like a christening
They panic from all the I bring
You ain't been dissed by Sage yet? keep on listening
I make it
They distancing themselves from what I have to say
Peace to my family members are gone and passed away
Day after day it makes me think my worth and purpose
On this earth's
Since birth, this world has been a
Of rings
Once Armageddon
We'll hang ourselves from the limbs
With G
You see there's too much
From the
my lips
As you watch what I say you're hopin that my toungue
But I made "Tripp", turned Kenneth to a "Star"
Sex scandals distract you from the real problems there are
get fooled my the media
Don't everythin you read or eat, everythin they feed to ya
Emcees to me, HA, they got lips
I'mma take hip hop back to
Sage Francis got you thinkin it's...
All down hill here just like the Patriots