Luyện nghe bài hát Nightmares Of The Bottom

Sleepin' at the top, nightmares of the
wanna 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 different
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 right
to Heaven, God do you see my headlights?
They say "you don't what you're doing till you stop doing it"
Well call me clueless I do this
Attention all shooters, I'm a shooting
Life is a and I'ma shoot for Par
I'm for today instead I found tomorrow
And I put that shit back like I'll see what I find tomorrow
Young Money C-M-R, I'm blood like a
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 have to
Married to the money, a true love
Only God can judge me, I need a jury
Nothing standing in my way, like nothings my
Back to my journey, that bullshit concern me
If I I was going to jail I would have fucked my attorney
If you sleeping on me nigga, than I you toss and turning
I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo she will confirm it
Yeah, now what we doing 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 shit wrapped up, bow and a ribbon
them twin Glocks, you can call 'em siblings
And them bullets travel, better hope I dribbling
I touch the sky, get the clouds out my
bitches think they 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 when the hurts, I pop pain pills
Uh, all or nothing, or nothing
I bleed reality, I should cut
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 getting my
this air
If Mack's mom told me she gonna keep me in her
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, the game fair
Players play, coach and cheerleaders cheer
I'm tryna keep spirit when the ghost
Weezy F baby and the F for fear, uh