Luyện nghe bài hát Never Home

I told myself I wasn't finna you no voicemail,
'Cause you got me fucked up.
you see me callin', so a voicemail is pointless as fuck
But the whole part about it is, if you are serious about this...

Ten missed calls, I fell (damn)
like I ain't livin' one
She ain't nothin' to say at all
But a is a promise, and I told her last week
When she hit me, I would up my phone
Nothin' worse then bein' alone and feelin'
I know that I should call back, but let's face
I don't really feel like arguin', I be out
Road been good to me, to me
I know nothin' forever, but this feel like life
I used to love when she check on me, on me
But nowadays calls ain't so black and white
"See, I don't know who bitch is in the background
I don't know when I'll it back to the hotel"
of our conversations don't end well
She say she been fine, but I can tell
I'm never home

There ain't no reason to be, to be havin' to call you six, hundred times (I'm never home) in a fuckin' minute
because screening my calls.
My nigga, like what are we doing (I'm never home), for
We just gonna play game?
let's stop fuckin' playin' games, like I'm not...
You know what? (I'm home)
I am not to get out of my positive mode that I've been on,
You know what I'm

I've been in in the Bay for a few
The money locomotive don't 'cause she lose her top
And Top me like my nickname Kunta
New slave, stay up in the lab on a new
I don't need nobody up my concentration
Lately been contemplatin' givin' her some space
I'm tryin' not to lose my
But if we was in a race, we'd be headin' for the finish
She put me in a mood I'm feelin' fine
She keeps sayin' I need to just say she think I'm thinkin'
She'll get out my way, see our chain linkin'
No, our barb' ain't weavin', shit, our pop ain't
I'm all for boxin', but this ain't stoppin'
She wanna spaz, but she running out of gas
I'm tryna it last, but why should we do that
I'm never home

If you a problem, to talk to me, I'm your woman.
We're not (I'm never home).
Don't - you, we're grown.
I'm not gonna be callin' you seven hundred a day
(I'm home).
This is for the birds.
This whole-, this whole thing, honestly, to like- to be high key honest, (I'm never home) is not fuckin' working
I can't even get through twenty minutes.
Like, I'm tired of it. I can't do shit no more
So you figure out what goin' to do
I know what I'm gonna do,
And I'm gonna leaving this fuckin' voicemail
Because you got me up