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 talk? I ain't shittin'
We in the same picture but we all got poses
Now I'm looking in my rear view, I see the in it
I try to down, and I get rear ended
Pause, a red light, I'm dead right
Highway to Heaven, God do you see my
They say "you don't know you're doing till you stop doing it"
call me clueless 'cause I do this
Attention all shooters, I'm a shooting
Life is a and I'ma shoot for Par
I'm searching for today instead I tomorrow
And I put that shit back like I'll see what I find tomorrow
Young Money C-M-R, I'm blood a scar
I'm Weezy F baby and the F for "Flaw"
Uh, yup yup yup yup

It's like I it all
But I don't to worry
Married to the money, a true love
Only God can judge me, I need a jury
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 hope you and turning
I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo bitch she will it
Yeah, now what we doing it
You opening ya grill, I'm barbecuing with it
I know my shit already tight so I ain't with it
Some say this game is a well I hope they get it
OK, I'm walking on needles, sticking to the
Yeah the streets is talking, I'm familiar with the
I'm a gangsta by choice I hope my son's wiser
And call me sir, call me survivor uh

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

Uh call me killer 'cause I a killing
I got this shit up, bow and a ribbon
That's them twin Glocks, you can 'em siblings
And them bullets travel, better hope I dribbling
I the sky, get the clouds out my fingernails
These bitches think they fly Tinkerbell,
But they all on my like Stringer Bell
I let 'em be, 'cause you know how that feel.
Know how to whip white girl, I can spank her tail
And I up any track, train derail
Know how to roll, need training wheels
And when the truth hurts, I pop pills
Uh, all or nothing, or else
I bleed reality, I cut myself
Just had a bowl of and a cup of wealth
And the "F" is for yourself, uh

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