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 looking in my view, I see the world in it
I try to down, and I get rear ended
Pause, like a red light, I'm dead
to Heaven, God do you see my headlights?
They say "you don't know what you're doing till you stop it"
Well call me clueless I do this
all shooters, I'm a shooting star
Life is a and I'ma shoot for Par
I'm searching for today instead I tomorrow
And I put that shit right back I'll see what I find tomorrow
Money 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 have to worry
Married to the money, a love story
God can judge me, I don't need a jury
Nothing standing in my way, nothings my security
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 and turning
I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo bitch she will it
Yeah, now what we doing it
You keep opening ya grill, I'm with it
I know my shit already tight so I ain't screwing it
Some say game is a joke well I hope they get it
OK, I'm walking on needles, to the point
Yeah the streets is talking, I'm familiar the voice
I'm a gangsta by I hope 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 'cause I make a killing
I got shit wrapped up, bow and a ribbon
That's them Glocks, you can call 'em siblings
And them bullets travel, better hope I keep
I touch the sky, get the out my fingernails
These think they fly like Tinkerbell,
But they all on my wire like Stringer
I let 'em be, 'cause you 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 training
And the truth hurts, I pop pain pills
Uh, all or nothing, or else
I reality, I should 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 stay aware
And if you wanna trip than I'ma meet there
To my niggas in the game, the game fair
Players play, coaches coach and cheerleaders
I'm tryna keep when the ghost disappear
Weezy F baby and the F for fear, uh