Luyện nghe bài hát Nightmares Of The Bottom

Sleepin' at the top, of the bottom
Everybody wanna be fly til you 'em
But who am I to talk? I ain't 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 down, and I get rear ended
Pause, like a red light, I'm dead
Highway to Heaven, God do you see my
They say "you don't know what you're doing till you doing it"
Well call me 'cause I do this
Attention all shooters, I'm a shooting
is a course and I'ma shoot for Par
I'm searching for today I found tomorrow
And I put that shit right back like I'll see what I find
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 I have it all
But I have to worry
Married to the money, a true story
Only God can judge me, I need a jury
Nothing standing in my way, like nothings my
to my journey, that bullshit don't concern me
If I knew I was to jail I would have fucked my attorney
If you sleeping on me nigga, than I hope you toss and
I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo bitch she confirm it
Yeah, now what we with it
You keep ya grill, I'm barbecuing with it
I know my shit already tight so I ain't with it
say this game is a joke well I hope they get it
OK, I'm on needles, sticking to the point
Yeah the is talking, I'm familiar with the voice
I'm a gangsta by choice I my son's choose wiser
And don't me sir, call me survivor uh

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

Uh call me killer I make a killing
I got shit 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 think fly like Tinkerbell,
But all on my wire like Stringer Bell
I let 'em be, 'cause you know how that feel.
Know how to that white girl, I can spank her tail
And I up any track, train derail
how to roll, never need training wheels
And the truth hurts, I pop pain pills
Uh, all or nothing, or nothing
I reality, I should cut myself
Just had a of riches and a cup of wealth
And the "F" is for yourself, uh

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