Luyện nghe bài hát Nightmares Of The Bottom

Sleepin' at the top, of the bottom
wanna be fly til you swat 'em
But who am I to talk? I ain't roses
We in the picture but we all got different poses
Now I'm looking in my view, I see the world in it
I try to slow down, and I get ended
Pause, like a red light, I'm right
Highway to Heaven, God do you see my
They say "you don't know what you're till you stop doing it"
Well me clueless 'cause I do this
Attention all shooters, I'm a star
Life is a course and I'ma for Par
I'm searching for today instead I tomorrow
And I put that right back like I'll see what I find tomorrow
Young C-M-R, I'm blood like a scar
I'm Weezy F baby and the F for "Flaw"
Uh, yup yup yup yup

like I have it all
But I don't have to
Married to the money, a love story
Only God can judge me, I don't need a
standing in my way, like nothings my security
Back to my journey, bullshit don't concern me
If I knew I was going to I would have fucked my attorney
If you sleeping on me nigga, than I you toss and turning
I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo she will confirm it
Yeah, now what we with it
You keep ya grill, I'm barbecuing with it
I know my already tight so I ain't screwing with it
Some say game is a joke well I hope they get it
OK, I'm walking on needles, sticking to the
the streets is talking, I'm familiar with the voice
I'm a gangsta by choice I hope my son's wiser
And don't me sir, call me survivor uh

Yeah, uh,
And go yup
Yup, yup, yup

Uh call me 'cause I make a killing
I got this wrapped up, bow and a ribbon
them twin Glocks, you can call 'em siblings
And them bullets travel, better hope I keep
I the sky, get the clouds out my fingernails
bitches think they fly like Tinkerbell,
But all on my wire like Stringer Bell
I let 'em be, you know how that stinger feel.
Know how to whip white girl, I can spank her tail
And I fuck up any track, train
Know how to roll, never need wheels
And the truth hurts, I pop pain pills
Uh, all or nothing, or nothing
I bleed reality, I cut myself
Just had a bowl of riches and a cup of
And the "F" is for yourself, uh

Yeah, and I doing nothin' but getting my share
Breathin' air
If Mack's mom me she gonna keep me in her prayers
So I'm feeling alright I'm tryna stay
And if you wanna trip than I'ma meet ch'ya
To my niggas in the game, keep the game
Players play, coaches coach and cheer
I'm keep spirit when the ghost disappear
F baby and the F ain't for fear, uh