Luyện nghe bài hát Nightmares Of The Bottom

Sleepin' at the top, of the bottom
wanna be fly til you swat '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 rear view, I see the 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
They say "you don't know what you're doing till you doing it"
Well me clueless 'cause I do this
all shooters, I'm a shooting star
Life is a and I'ma shoot for Par
I'm for today instead I found tomorrow
And I put shit right back like I'll see what I find tomorrow
Money C-M-R, I'm blood like a scar
I'm Weezy F baby and the F for "Flaw"
Uh, yup yup yup yup

like I have it all
But I have to worry
Married to the money, a true story
God can judge me, I don't need a jury
Nothing standing in my way, nothings my security
to my journey, that bullshit don't concern me
If I knew I was 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 bitch she confirm it
Yeah, now what we doing it
You keep ya grill, I'm barbecuing with it
I know my shit already tight so I ain't screwing it
Some say this game is a well I hope they get it
OK, I'm walking on needles, to the point
Yeah the is talking, I'm familiar with the voice
I'm a gangsta by choice I hope my son's choose
And don't call me sir, me survivor uh

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

Uh me killer 'cause I make a killing
I got this shit 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 out my fingernails
These think they fly like Tinkerbell,
But they all on my wire like Stringer
I let 'em be, 'cause you know how that feel.
Know how to whip that white girl, I can her tail
And I up any track, train derail
Know how to roll, never need training
And when the truth hurts, I pop pills
Uh, all or nothing, or nothing
I bleed reality, I cut myself
had a bowl of riches and a cup of wealth
And the "F" is for yourself, uh

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