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 scale they weigh the fish
It's just what it seems, sweet are made of this
Holler at me if you ever a underdog
Or set up a upset, standing on the verge of your
Steady bearing soul to the world, you undressed
Surrounded by your success-ors, and the whores you 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, flame watch 9th Rekindle it
Cause I pad verses the wisdom of my innocence lost
2 2 peas in the pod
2 seasons apart
Take it back to I be in the park
I rhyme till I 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 feel
A meal, leafy greens, 2 veggies, protein and a starch
And I'm out

Right I thought I'd be,
It's another of me
And the so sad to see
I'm not here anymore
Wind blowing through the
Blue skies 70 degrees
'Te embodies an architect and he rhyme about it he body the whole

So me a G
My mama say she enough worrying for me
So I'm done currying, fable what you niggas
Spitting that shit, y'all Bill Murrayin'
My dc say you bammas lack experience
Carolina on my mind like Steve
I'm the courier, the word
That with verbs, that nigga Phonte's a little murderous
See a nervousness, and a frown
Cause you know deep down you ain't nice, a little courteous
You just running nigga, we the fucking tournament
You a temporary to a fucking permanent
Resident, citizen evident
The denizens took over the big house on some Nat Turner
back, head high to the fucking firmament
Can't be us, and fear no man
bleed like us, get a fucking tourniquet, nigga
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 they po-thetic
I play life like a movie
And in the end them no credit
I was to run it so I grip the baton
And spit magic like pouring out the tip of a wand
Don't trip you 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 getting chips in
Pull dips, push whips the ones from the clips in the Tron film
I'll blow mental mass where you mind stem
a 9-m-m right at your line trim
You must him
The syllable sensei, to you to your knees
The way biblical men
Or whores in the
Cause I Spill I'll from the
Like one who reveals sores from their mouth
And if you only knew the shit I been through
To paint the of pictures 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 fuckin
I'm a sick that carry lines
Like when you click over on you blowers and it sucks to be you
Right where I I'd be,
It's part of me
And the so sad to see
I'm not here anymore.
I'm not here
I'm not here, anymore.