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 talk? I ain't shittin'
We in the same picture but we all got poses
Now I'm looking in my rear view, I see the in it
I try to slow down, and I get rear
Pause, like a red light, I'm right
Highway to Heaven, God do you see my
They say "you don't what you're doing till you stop doing it"
call me clueless 'cause I do this
Attention all shooters, I'm a star
Life is a course and shoot for Par
I'm searching for today instead I found
And I put that right back like I'll see what I find tomorrow
Young Money C-M-R, I'm blood 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 me, I don't need a jury
Nothing in my way, like nothings my security
Back to my journey, that bullshit don't me
If I I was going to jail I would have fucked my attorney
If you sleeping on me nigga, I hope you toss and turning
I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo bitch she confirm it
Yeah, now we doing with it
You keep opening ya grill, I'm with it
I know my already tight so I ain't screwing with it
Some say this is a joke well I hope they get it
OK, I'm on needles, sticking to the point
Yeah the streets is talking, I'm familiar with the
I'm a gangsta by choice I my son's choose wiser
And don't call me sir, call me 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 bullets travel, better hope I dribbling
I touch the sky, get the clouds out my
These bitches they fly like Tinkerbell,
But they all on my wire like Bell
I let 'em be, 'cause you how that stinger feel.
how to whip that white girl, I can spank her tail
And I fuck up any track, train
Know how to roll, never need training
And when the truth hurts, I pop pills
Uh, all or nothing, or else
I reality, I should 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 nothin' but my share
Breathin' air
If Mack's mom told me she gonna me in her prayers
So I'm feeling I'm tryna stay aware
And if you wanna trip I'ma meet ch'ya there
To my niggas in the game, keep the fair
Players play, coach and cheerleaders cheer
I'm tryna keep spirit when the disappear
Weezy F baby and the F for fear, uh