Luyện nghe bài hát Nightmares Of The Bottom

Sleepin' at the top, nightmares of the
Everybody wanna be fly til you 'em
But who am I to talk? I 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 slow down, and I get rear
Pause, like a red light, I'm dead
Highway to Heaven, God do you see my
say "you don't know what you're doing till you stop doing it"
Well call me clueless 'cause I do
all shooters, I'm a shooting star
Life is a course and shoot for Par
I'm searching for instead I found tomorrow
And I put shit right back like I'll see what I find tomorrow
Young C-M-R, I'm blood like 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 love
Only God can judge me, I need a jury
Nothing in my way, like nothings my security
Back to my journey, that bullshit concern me
If I knew I was to jail I would have fucked my attorney
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 we doing with it
You keep opening ya grill, I'm with it
I know my shit already tight so I screwing with it
Some say game is a joke well I hope they get it
OK, I'm walking on needles, sticking to the
Yeah the streets is talking, I'm with the voice
I'm a gangsta by choice I hope my son's choose
And call 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 twin Glocks, you can call 'em siblings
And them travel, better hope I keep dribbling
I the sky, get the clouds out my fingernails
These think they fly like Tinkerbell,
But they all on my wire like Bell
I let 'em be, you know how that stinger feel.
Know how to whip that girl, I can spank her tail
And I fuck up any track, train
Know how to roll, never training wheels
And the truth hurts, I pop pain pills
Uh, all or nothing, or else
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 doing nothin' but getting my share
this air
If Mack's mom told me she keep me in her prayers
So I'm feeling alright I'm tryna stay
And if you trip than I'ma meet ch'ya there
To my niggas in the game, keep the fair
play, coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer
I'm tryna keep spirit the ghost disappear
Weezy F and the F ain't for fear, uh