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 picture but we all got different
Now I'm looking in my rear view, I see the in it
I try to down, and I get rear ended
Pause, like a red light, I'm dead
Highway to Heaven, God do you see my
They say "you don't know what you're 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 instead I found tomorrow
And I put that shit right back like see what I find tomorrow
Young Money C-M-R, I'm blood like a
I'm Weezy F baby and the F for "Flaw"
Uh, yup yup yup yup

It's I have it all
But I don't have to
Married to the money, a love story
Only God can judge me, I don't a jury
Nothing in my way, like nothings my security
Back to my journey, bullshit don't concern me
If I knew I was going to jail I would fucked my attorney
If you on me nigga, than 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 opening ya grill, I'm barbecuing with it
I know my already tight so I ain't screwing with it
say this 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 I hope 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 killer 'cause I make a
I got this shit up, bow and a ribbon
That's them twin Glocks, you can 'em siblings
And them bullets travel, hope I keep 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, you know how that stinger feel.
how to whip that white girl, I can spank her tail
And I fuck up any track, derail
Know how to roll, need training wheels
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 riches and a cup of
And the "F" is for yourself, uh

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