Luyện nghe bài hát New Faces v2

[Intro: Earl
Yeah you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the like a damn rapper. Aww man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, damn

1: Earl Sweatshirt]
In '09, we were still on the bus,
Before Nak was deluxe, when I have a brush
When it still wasn't tryna fuck with me
Fore I cleaned up a bit it's company comin'
I ain't know we on the cusp of the money
get a few bucks under custody
And my twin brothers was all Sid's
So my kin gully and my skin
lens coverin' my eyes, nah
They bright, nigga, I'm just now
And if a different way to clear my mind out
I need to find out, I'm fine now
And I look as stupid when I talk now
And everybody at the look astound
And up drowsy
In the cut so much that it's pus me
Catch him in the daytime or hours
out the pound, [?]
If your lousy then you can't sit with us, nah
Can't call it livin' when the margin
Between you and all these fuck
Is about as large as it
And you workin', and a leg
Say he workin' but he just cause he ain't workin'
Like a long distance,
Who you know that's out that's harder this?
Chargin' like a Tom Lister win, nigga
frown on the brow on the brim, color brown
Runnin' on the route that was picked
the clouds branch out
I'm out with my in the shallow, drownin' again

[Hook: Mac
I've been drownin' with this soul
Shallow soul, shallow
You are drinkin' from a soul
Shallow soul, soul

2: Retch]
Drugs got me feelin' [?] Carpathian
Just look at the he's in
The most critically acclaimed, slang
That ain't suckin' corporate
it with my balls in grip
Other hand got a to hit
All this be the sportsmanship
Walked in and I needed all the chips
As as the one on my shoulder
Feel like my got pneumonia, blunt laced, covered in odor
Cops still niggas up for quotas
Brain still numb from the shit in the soda,
A generation
Facin' a [?], off
Warrants bein' filed for the cases
And them drugs get by debatin' cost
You Superman while that cape was off
Just Clark, nigga, in his high rise
Tryna see the bright of life
And a nigga just comin' back with a Golf picture
It's hard liquor, and see people are books
So you judge a mothafucka by the first
And a bitch by the cover
[?] so the text
Real ones, I'm the brother, when they see me on stage
They said my shit was so
It was like Cobain hit his number

[Hook: Mac

[Verse 3: Mac
Isn't he off the ups and downs.
Got a little wit me, put it in a for now
She was supposed to get me high, why the fuck I die now?
And I'm out on this dusty couch
In a big ugly house, I told the bitch slow down
Stop runnin' your
You holdin' my money, just up and count
My right nostril hasn't in a week
Plus the got work, like he servin' for a sheep
Me, I'm swervin' in the
Burnin' weed, doin' circles in the
How I'm my shit'll wake a baby up
I get her faded, but her back in the
All my life been afraid of powder
All my life I've been of power
did all that go?
The long decision always called my
Last supper I was fuckin' with the
I need somethin' than a quarter zone
That can me from the war unknown
Shoutout to Soulo (SOUL!) and rest in Alori Joh
The devil on the other side of the glory
Any time, any place, you could bet eat
Cause my hand on the and the fork in the road
Look at all these new
I see, I see, I see
They're comin' on the plane but they're leavin' in
Been a before [?]
Used the put the weed in the of my blue Asics
Hate myself up to
But the raps are way too flagrant, so
I go
Throwin' up a prayer, it's a Mary
I've never been religious but I feel like the scripture's got it all
It's not just gypsies and fairies, this could be my last
I'ma take my time, cause I'ma go out the same way I in
Right by the pussy with nothin' on my

Mac Miller]
You are standing in the soul
You are speaking with the shallow
soul
I've been drowning this shallow soul
soul, shallow soul
You are drinking from a shallow
Shallow soul, shallow
(fades)