Luyện nghe bài hát Not Here Anymore

Went to the and made a wish
Pray to god I stay around, Tiggalo love to his weight around
On the same scale they weigh the
It's just what it seems, sweet are made of this
Holler at me if you ever been a
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 whores you ain't 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 watch 9th Rekindle it
Cause I pad verses with the of my innocence lost
2 2 peas in the pod
2 comeback apart
it back to when I be in the park
I rhyme till I couldn't see in the
So silly niggas be on your 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 where I I'd be,
another part of me
And the so sad to see
I'm not here 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 say she done enough worrying for me
So I'm done currying, fable what you niggas
Spitting that same shit, y'all Bill
My dc niggas say you lack experience
Carolina on my like Steve Spurrier
I'm the courier, carrying the
with these verbs, that nigga Phonte's a little murderous
See a little nervousness, and a
Cause you know deep you ain't nice, just a little courteous
You just game nigga, we the fucking tournament
You a temporary to a fucking permanent
Resident, citizen it's
The denizens took over the big house on some Nat shit
back, head high to the fucking firmament
Can't be us, and fear no man
Niggas bleed like us, get a fucking tourniquet,
Right where I I'd be,
It's part of me
And the so sad to see
I'm not here-

Check, I'm poetic while they
I they life like a movie
And in the end give no credit
I was to run it so I grip the baton
And spit like it's pouring out the tip of a wand
Don't you ain't equipped to fix your lip and respond
I to, ex you out like the man who
Hands you a script of
Since lights flipped, I'm chips in Milan
Pull dips, push whips the ones from the clips in the Tron film
I'll your mental mass where you mind stem
Like a 9-m-m right at your trim
You rewind him
The syllable sensei, to bring you to your
The way men pray
Or whores in the
Cause I Spill from the grill
Like one who reveals sores their mouth hole
And if you only knew the shit I been through
To paint the type of pictures my pen
Your label tries to fuck you your friends
You over now you're sober, watching bad energy affect the that men do
They fuckin
I'm a flow-er that carry lines
Like when you click over on you dick and it sucks to be you
where I thought 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.