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 I ain't shittin' roses
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 slow down, and I get ended
Pause, like a red light, I'm right
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 clueless 'cause I do
all shooters, I'm a shooting star
Life is a and I'ma shoot for Par
I'm searching for today I found tomorrow
And I put that right back like I'll see what I find tomorrow
Young Money C-M-R, I'm 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
to the money, a true love story
Only God can judge me, I need a jury
Nothing standing in my way, nothings my security
Back to my journey, that bullshit concern me
If I knew I was going to jail I 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 confirm it
Yeah, now what we with it
You keep opening ya grill, I'm barbecuing it
I my shit already tight so I ain't screwing with it
Some say this game is a joke I hope they get it
OK, I'm walking on needles, to the point
the streets is talking, I'm familiar with the voice
I'm a gangsta by choice I hope my son's wiser
And don't call me sir, me survivor uh

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

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

Yeah, and I ain't doing but getting my share
Breathin' air
If Mack's mom me she gonna keep me in her prayers
So I'm feeling I'm tryna stay aware
And if you wanna trip than meet ch'ya there
To my in the game, keep the game fair
Players play, coaches and cheerleaders cheer
I'm tryna keep spirit the ghost disappear
F baby and the F ain't for fear, uh