Luyện nghe bài hát Nightmares Of The Bottom

Sleepin' at the top, nightmares of the
Everybody be fly til you swat 'em
But who am I to I ain't shittin' roses
We in the same but we all got different poses
Now I'm in my rear 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 doing till you stop doing it"
Well call me clueless 'cause I do
Attention all shooters, I'm a shooting
Life is a course and I'ma for Par
I'm for today instead I found tomorrow
And I put that shit right back like I'll see what I find
Young C-M-R, I'm blood like a scar
I'm Weezy F and the F ain't for "Flaw"
Uh, yup yup yup yup

like I have it all
But I don't have to
Married to the money, a true love
Only God can judge me, I don't a jury
Nothing standing in my way, like my security
Back to my journey, that don't concern me
If I knew I was going to jail I would have fucked my
If you sleeping on me nigga, I hope you toss and turning
I'm so I'm hypothermic, ask yo bitch she will confirm it
Yeah, now what we with it
You keep opening ya grill, I'm with it
I know my already tight so I ain't screwing with it
Some say this game is a joke well I hope get it
OK, I'm walking on needles, to the point
Yeah the is talking, I'm familiar with the voice
I'm a gangsta by choice I hope my son's wiser
And don't call me sir, call me uh

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

Uh me killer 'cause I make a killing
I got this wrapped up, bow and a ribbon
That's twin Glocks, you can call 'em siblings
And them bullets travel, hope I keep dribbling
I touch the sky, get the out my fingernails
These bitches they fly like Tinkerbell,
But all on my wire like Stringer Bell
I let 'em be, 'cause you how that stinger feel.
Know how to whip white girl, I can spank her tail
And I up any track, train derail
Know how to roll, never need training
And when the truth hurts, I pop pain
Uh, all or nothing, or else
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 ain't doing nothin' but my share
Breathin' air
If Mack's mom told me she gonna keep me in her
So I'm feeling alright I'm stay aware
And if you trip than I'ma meet ch'ya there
To my niggas in the game, the game fair
play, coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer
I'm keep spirit when the ghost disappear
F baby and the F ain't for fear, uh