Luyện nghe bài hát Not Here Anymore

Went to the well and a wish
Pray to god I stay around, love to throw his weight around
On the scale they weigh the fish
It's what it seems, sweet dreams are made of this
Holler at me if you ever been a
Or set up a upset, standing on the verge of success
Steady bearing your soul to the world, you
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, amazon flame watch 9th it
Cause I pad verses with the wisdom of my innocence
2 2 peas in the pod
2 comeback seasons
Take it back to I be in the park
I till I couldn't see in the dark
So silly niggas better be on your
Longest in my being, I'ma be on my job
good music got that good feel
A good meal, leafy greens, 2 veggies, protein and a
And I'm out

Right where I I'd be,
It's another of me
And the so sad to see
I'm not here anymore
Wind blowing the trees
Blue Bull-City skies 70
'Te embodies an architect and when he rhyme it he body the whole

So me a G
My say she done enough worrying for me
So I'm done currying, fable you niggas groundhoggin'
Spitting that same shit, y'all Murrayin'
My dc niggas say you lack experience
Carolina on my mind like Spurrier
I'm the courier, carrying the
That with verbs, that nigga Phonte's a little murderous
See a nervousness, and a frown
Cause you know deep you ain't nice, just a little courteous
You running game nigga, we the fucking tournament
You a temporary visa to a fucking
Resident, citizen it's
The denizens took the big house on some Nat Turner shit
back, head high to the fucking firmament
Can't be like us, and no man
Niggas like us, get a fucking tourniquet, nigga
Right where I I'd be,
It's part of me
And the so sad to see
That I'm not

Check, I'm poetic while they
I play they like a movie
And in the end give them no
I was to run it so I grip the baton
And spit magic it's pouring out the tip of a wand
trip 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 flipped, I'm getting chips in Milan
Pull dips, push whips like the ones the clips in the Tron film
I'll blow your mental mass where you stem
Like a 9-m-m right at your line
You must him
The syllable sensei, to bring you to knees
The way men pray
Or whores in the
Cause I Spill from the grill
Like one who sores from their mouth hole
And if you knew the shit that I been through
To paint the of pictures my pen drew
Your label to fuck you your friends screw
You over now you're sober, watching bad energy the evils that men do
They see-through
I'm a sick flow-er that lines
Like when you over on you dick blowers and it sucks to be you
Right I thought I'd be,
It's another of me
And the so sad to see
That I'm not anymore.
I'm not anymore
I'm not here, anymore.