Luyện nghe bài hát Not Enough Words

Statik
through the broken ankles, man
Never sit down, I'ma stand up

Yo book a ticket to the tropics cause I'm through with all the
I'm living every day, in the mirror saying why me?
Hide my eyes cause I'm sickened with the
Abusing marijuana, sipping vintage for the time
My set is very serious, in fact
Spit a wild rap, carve a steak off the cow's back
Throw it on the grill, I'm cooking in the
Same that's on the grill gave me leather for the boot
If they make me the stand then I'm lying through my teeth though
Ask to swear to God but in that I don't though
My man Stevie Mo playing for Toledo
Hustle 'til my fingers staying like a cheeto
on the bed pleasuring my pee pee
Smart TCN, lyrical graffiti
Drug roll precise, like a with the dice
Butcher with the knife, you get for your life
So much to say it's so little time and
Killer Queens the borough, New be the city
Coming crazy out your mouth will get your up like a philly
Running through the maze I'm Willie, you gotta feel me

I'm moving forward cause nothing's be the same
Eyes from the smoke, I can't see the lane
Swerving heavy, in my lap
I'm looking for a problem so I'm the gat
Somebody save me, cause I wanna go to jail
I'd rather be up in the mansion for the Polo
But I'm here, stuck my thoughts
I'm tryna have a bag of money stuffed inside my

My life is a movie, Blizzard with the shottie
Hookah house or chilling in the lobby
Yes I'm living gnarly, the 40 of Barley
Open up cigars and fill 'em with a of Marley
cut porterhouse straight from Luger's
Ruger for intruders hand to hand by the duelers
Ginger ale in Knick's glasses, your style is piss
to flip the mattress, kick it swift as Cassius
My is stronger than Mariusz Pudzianows
Obvious to see I'm a straight off the couch
You with a blouse, you get slapped up side the mouth
By the Zangief look-a-like, always cooking right
Spray the vinegar to up a yummy
Smoking got me squinting like the sky is high and
Attachment on the nozzle make the iron funny
Never stop until my body diving in a pile of

I'm moving forward cause nothing's gonna be the
blurry from the smoke, I can't see the lane
Swerving heavy, in my lap
I'm looking for a so I'm modeling the gat
Somebody save me, cause I don't wanna go to
I'd be up in the mansion for the Polo sale
But I'm here, inside my thoughts
I'm have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts

I'm already like a gunshot
You the fuzzy light green, call it Dunlop, flow nun's twat
Many hours, one man standing, one
the morning to the mothafuckin' sun drop
Cause I'm one with the Earth, red
I've been blunted since birth, age 9
Mom dukes the gun in the purse, next to the hair spray
Fuck tomorrow, coming in the fast way

I'm moving forward cause nothing's be the same
Eyes blurry from the smoke, I see the lane
Swerving heavy, in my lap
I'm for a problem so I'm modeling the gat
Somebody save me, cause I don't go to jail
I'd rather be up in the mansion for the sale
But I'm here, stuck my thoughts
I'm tryna have a bag of stuffed inside my shorts
(We never talk there was a time when there enough words to say)