Luyện nghe bài hát Not Here Anymore

Went to the and made a wish
Pray to god I around, Tiggalo love to throw his weight around
On the same scale they weigh the
just what it seems, sweet dreams are made of this
Holler at me if you ever a underdog
Or set up a upset, on the verge of your success
Steady bearing soul to the world, you undressed
by your success-ors, and the whores you ain't fucked yet
That's how I be it, I don't need the lime light
That's young shit, I'm a OG, and the G is for gentleman
Yes Phontigga spit, amazon flame 9th Rekindle it
Cause I pad verses with the wisdom of my innocence
2 brothers 2 in the pod
2 comeback apart
Take it back to I be in the park
I till I couldn't see in the dark
So silly niggas be on your guard
Longest in my being, I'ma be on my job
With music got that good feel
A meal, leafy greens, 2 veggies, protein and a starch
And I'm out

Right where I I'd be,
another part of me
And the so sad to see
That I'm not anymore
Wind through the trees
Bull-City skies 70 degrees
'Te embodies an architect and when he rhyme about it he the whole

So me a G
My mama say she enough worrying for me
So I'm done currying, fable what you groundhoggin'
Spitting that same shit, y'all Bill
My dc niggas say you bammas lack
on my mind like Steve Spurrier
I'm the courier, the word
That these verbs, that nigga Phonte's a little murderous
See a nervousness, and a frown
Cause you know down you ain't nice, just a little courteous
You just running nigga, we the fucking tournament
You a visa to a fucking permanent
Resident, it's evident
The denizens took over the big house on Nat Turner shit
Shoulders back, high to the fucking firmament
be like us, and fear no man
Niggas bleed us, get a fucking tourniquet, nigga
Right where I I'd be,
another part of me
And the so sad to see
I'm not here-

Check, I'm poetic while po-thetic
I play they life a movie
And in the end give no credit
I was told to run it so I the baton
And spit magic like it's out the tip of a wand
Don't you ain't equipped to fix your lip and respond
I plan to, ex you out the man who
Hands you a script of
Since lights flipped, I'm getting in Milan
Pull dips, push whips like the from the clips in the Tron film
I'll blow your mental mass where you mind
Like a 9-m-m at your line trim
You rewind him
The sensei, to bring you to your knees
The way biblical men
Or whores in the
Cause I Spill I'll the grill
Like one who reveals sores from their hole
And if you only the shit that I been through
To paint the type of my pen drew
Your label tries to you your friends screw
You over now you're sober, watching bad affect the evils that men do
fuckin see-through
I'm a sick flow-er that lines
Like when you click over on you dick blowers and it to be you
Right where I I'd be,
It's part of me
And the so sad to see
That I'm not anymore.
I'm not here
I'm not here, anymore.