Luyện nghe bài hát Nightmares Of The Bottom

Sleepin' at the top, of the bottom
Everybody be fly til you swat 'em
But who am I to talk? I ain't roses
We in the same 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
to Heaven, God do you see my headlights?
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 shooting
Life is a course and shoot for Par
I'm searching for 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 F baby and the F ain't for "Flaw"
Uh, yup yup yup yup

like I have it all
But I don't 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 going to jail I have fucked my attorney
If you on me nigga, than I hope you toss and turning
I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo bitch she will it
Yeah, now we doing with it
You opening ya grill, I'm barbecuing with it
I know my shit already so I ain't screwing with it
Some say this game is a joke well I hope get it
OK, I'm on needles, sticking to the point
the streets is talking, I'm familiar with the voice
I'm a by choice I hope my son's choose wiser
And call me sir, call me survivor uh

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

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

Yeah, and I ain't 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 I'ma meet ch'ya there
To my in the game, keep the game fair
Players play, coaches coach and cheerleaders
I'm tryna keep spirit when the ghost
Weezy F and the F ain't for fear, uh