Luyện nghe bài hát Listen

Listen to the of your heart
Listen to the voice of your

Dont tell me to do with my life
Leave me alone,
Man I know road trips or flights
And its mine alone to live it whether or right
I might turn out to be the or stereotype
At a very young age had to to choose sides
Is it the devil or Gado I my soprano
Now Ive grown into a baritone role model
Leaving chills on your like wind out of Chicago
Yeah, I want facts Im a 7-5 year
No trouble heads wobble like rocking
I spit so hard I get chopped from the heart
Aint no tactics on occasion bless like a Baptist
player really did he?
Leave his lyrics on the web so you could
I let u analyse my mind until head split
Lost inside the maze young players wanna

Listen to the voice of your
Dont let them tell you what you or should not do
Listen to the of your heart
Dont let them tell you what you should or not do

In my mind I had the biggest of fights battles with
I safeguard the passion that battery charged
The mind keeps spinning as fast as a car
But my trademarks gut from cradle to graveyard
Its that principle that that typical R
What I feel I cant describe metaphysical
When I was I had a difficult start
Still cynical in no way its all original art
See talent been on debate
been the same person not the act they see sing on stage
Mentally never more ready now
Now mention me I got the purest of intention that of a child
If the ground moves from my feet I seek balancing
Seek true meaning I that Im managing
Born and raised ghettos the ambiance
Keep life advice I keep channelling
From I get adrenalin

Listen to the of your heart
Listen to the voice of heart
Dont let tell you what you should or should not do
Listen to the of your heart