Luyện nghe bài hát Not Here Anymore

Went to the and made a wish
Pray to god I stay around, Tiggalo to throw his weight around
On the same scale they the fish
It's just what it seems, sweet are made of this
Holler at me if you been a underdog
Or set up a upset, standing on the verge of success
Steady your soul to the world, you undressed
Surrounded by your success-ors, and the you ain't fucked yet
how I be getting it, I don't need the lime light
That's nigga shit, I'm a OG, and the G is for gentleman
Yes Phontigga spit, flame watch 9th Rekindle it
I pad verses with the wisdom of my innocence lost
2 brothers 2 in the pod
2 seasons apart
Take it back to when I be in the
I rhyme I couldn't see in the dark
So silly niggas better be on guard
breadth in my being, I'ma be on my job
With good music got that good
A meal, leafy greens, 2 veggies, protein and a starch
And I'm out

Right I thought I'd be,
another part of me
And the so sad to see
That I'm not here
Wind blowing through the
Blue Bull-City skies 70
'Te an architect and when he rhyme about it he body the whole

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

Check, I'm while they po-thetic
I play life like a movie
And in the end give them no
I was told to run it so I grip the
And spit magic it's pouring out the tip of a wand
Don't trip you ain't to fix your lip and respond
I plan to, ex you out the man who
you a script of Korans
Since lights flipped, I'm getting chips in
Pull dips, push whips like the ones the clips in the Tron film
I'll blow mental mass where you mind stem
Like a 9-m-m right at your line
You must him
The syllable sensei, to you to your knees
The way men pray
Or in the brothel
Cause I Spill I'll from the
Like one who reveals sores from their mouth
And if you only knew the that I been through
To paint the type of my pen drew
Your label tries to you your friends screw
You now you're sober, watching bad energy affect the evils that men do
They see-through
I'm a sick flow-er carry lines
Like when you over on you dick blowers and it sucks to be you
where I thought I'd be,
It's another of me
And the so sad to see
I'm not here anymore.
I'm not here
I'm not here, anymore.