Luyện nghe bài hát Not Here Anymore

Went to the and made a wish
Pray to god I stay around, love to throw his weight around
On the same scale weigh the fish
It's just what it seems, sweet dreams are made of
Holler at me if you ever a underdog
Or set up a upset, standing on the verge of your
Steady bearing your to the world, you undressed
Surrounded by success-ors, and the whores you ain't fucked yet
That's how I be getting it, I don't the lime light
That's young nigga shit, I'm a OG, and the G is for
Yes Phontigga spit, amazon watch 9th Rekindle it
Cause I pad verses with the wisdom of my innocence
2 2 peas in the pod
2 comeback apart
Take it back to when I be in the
I rhyme till I couldn't see in the
So silly niggas better be on your
Longest breadth in my being, 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 I thought 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 and when he rhyme about it he body the whole

So me a G
My mama say she done enough for me
So I'm currying, fable what you niggas groundhoggin'
that same shit, y'all Bill Murrayin'
My dc say you bammas lack experience
Carolina on my like Steve Spurrier
I'm the courier, the word
That with verbs, that nigga Phonte's a little murderous
See a little nervousness, and a
Cause you know down you ain't nice, just a little courteous
You running game nigga, we the fucking tournament
You a temporary to a fucking permanent
Resident, citizen it's
The took over the big house on some Nat Turner shit
Shoulders back, high to the fucking firmament
Can't be us, and fear no man
Niggas bleed like us, get a tourniquet, nigga
where I thought I'd be,
It's another 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 told to run it so I grip the
And spit like it's pouring out the tip of a wand
Don't trip you ain't to fix your lip and respond
I to, ex you out like the man who
you a script of Korans
Since lights flipped, I'm getting in Milan
Pull dips, push whips like the ones from the clips in the film
blow your mental mass where you mind stem
Like a 9-m-m right at your trim
You must him
The sensei, to bring you to your knees
The way men pray
Or whores in the
Cause I Spill I'll the grill
Like one who reveals sores from mouth hole
And if you only knew the shit I been through
To paint the of pictures my pen drew
Your label tries to fuck you your 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
when you click over on you dick 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 anymore
I'm not here, anymore.