Luyện nghe bài hát Lost

[Game - 1]
Sometimes I f-cked up dreams
Wake up in cold sweats, sleep,
Hit the kitchen for Moet
I get drunk, but I ain't never no wet
Been on tour 3 months and I had no sex
Been meditating, exercising my mental
Jackson dead, which one of us 'bout to go next
Me, Mary J, Robin or Britney Spears
Nigga I afraid to die, tell the devil I'm right here
Hoe, I can take the strings out of these Nike
Tie it round the ceiling fan and end it here
Kick the ladder I climbed that twice
Hate it or love it, I'm one blood nigga, it's my
And I can die if I want to, and you can cry if you want to
Just tell my sons the truth and as the maggots eat away at my
Let this iced out cross, walk through the in my chest

I can try my way (I'm lost)
I can't my way (lost)
I find my way (I'm lost)
I can't my way (lost)
I find way...

- Verse 2]
If I tell the story you gotta keep it us,
other niggas that know are Spliff Star and Buss
I call Buss I need a shoulder
And I don't always listen so he call me back and say "I you"
But anyway, my paps is a Peadophile, how you stick your 28 year old d-ck in child
And now how it feel to be 52 and have a son that's a millionaire, and he don't f*ck you, daddy!
She was in the six grade, the day I heard her scream, I should have hit you with the switch blade
she ran but I ain't know which way, she ended up in Vegas doing everything her pimp say
I've seen her one Christmas a black guy, I took her to the store and bought her shades with my last five,
My sister is a prostitute, and I'ma tell you what I'm about to do.
Go get her she... (lost)

She find her way
She can't her way
She can't her way
She find her way
She can't her way

[Game - 3]
Thats all I'm thinking on this hound
Usually I'll be in this with brids and a tre pound
But this I riding for family
Like did for Ross, they hold it down in Miami
On my way to Michigan, not to see D12
I'm knocking on door, "have you seen this female?"
Here's a of my pretty baby sister
Here go one when she was ten and this one our last
Low light skinned girl, long curly black hair, sorry for wasting time, I you probably don't care,
Feel I walk longer than just 8 miles
Ran a borded up BMF safe house
Made me think about all the time I with Meech makin' it rain in Magic city
When life was a Georgia
Now is a rotton apple
Run faster than New
You see my sister call me 'cause is too short to get (lost)

She can't her way
She can't her way
She can't her way
She find her way
She can't her way