Luyện nghe bài hát Life Is What Distracts You From Death

Yo I got this, I got this, it like this, unh
Life is what you from death
for breath
Grabbin chest
Now look to God and ask him what's
No answer, now how can I the test?
I can't out the order of this 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 Tommy Hil, Polo and
Got best when rap was a braggin contest
Now you could of sounded THIS
To sell records act
I've blasted the
Fast like the wild and had intercourse with the bulletholes in the chest
Hooooes need to get fat asses dressed
of sex
Must have been molested ___?___ incest
mother earth, grabbed her ass and breasts
Got father time off the kid's soft I had to fess...up
I never fuck with what your raps suggest they 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 lock of my bad ass mouth
My bad ass mouth? I one to hold back
I know I'm jet for some reason my balls act bald black
Ask your girl about 'em yo that bitch is so
She gave my a disease called the sooooouuuuul clap
The way she does when she smoooookes
You don't me? look here I got the koooodak moment
are slow to react
Like when I got to a pound and you throw dap
Now you that
Every man is
Change your hand
It makes no sense like a satanic
They from all the shit I bring
You ain't been dissed by Sage just keep on listening
I it interesting
They keep distancing from what I have to say
to my family members that are gone and passed away
Day after day it makes me about my worth and purpose
On this surface
birth, this world has been a circus
Of three
Armageddon begins
We'll hang ourselves from the limbs
G strings
You see there's too much
the hips
Read my
As you watch what I say you're hopin that my toungue
But I made Linda "Tripp", Kenneth to a "Star"
Sex just distract you from the real problems there are
Don't get fooled my the
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
Francis got you thinkin maybe it's...
All down hill from here like the Patriots