Luyện nghe bài hát Not Here Anymore

Went to the well and made a
to god I stay around, Tiggalo love to throw his weight around
On the same scale they weigh the
It's just what it seems, sweet dreams are made of
Holler at me if you been a underdog
Or set up a upset, standing on the of your success
bearing your soul to the world, you undressed
Surrounded by your success-ors, and the whores you fucked yet
That's how I be getting it, I don't the lime light
That's young shit, I'm a OG, and the G is for gentleman
Yes Phontigga spit, amazon flame 9th Rekindle it
Cause I pad with the wisdom of my innocence lost
2 2 peas in the pod
2 comeback seasons
Take it back to when I be in the
I rhyme till I see in the dark
So niggas better be on your guard
Longest breadth in my being, be on my job
With good music got that good
A good meal, 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
That I'm not anymore
blowing through the trees
Blue skies 70 degrees
'Te embodies an architect and when he rhyme about it he the whole

So me a G
My mama say she enough worrying for me
So I'm currying, fable what you niggas groundhoggin'
Spitting that same shit, y'all Bill
My dc say you bammas lack experience
Carolina on my mind Steve Spurrier
I'm the courier, the word
That with these verbs, nigga Phonte's a little murderous
See a nervousness, and a frown
Cause you know deep down you nice, just a little courteous
You just running game nigga, we the fucking
You a temporary visa to a fucking
Resident, it's evident
The took over the big house on some Nat Turner shit
Shoulders back, head high to the 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
I'm not here-

Check, I'm poetic they po-thetic
I they life like a movie
And in the end them no credit
I was told to run it so I grip the
And spit magic like it's pouring out the tip of a
Don't trip you ain't equipped to fix your lip and
I plan to, ex you out the man who
Hands you a of Korans
lights flipped, I'm getting chips in Milan
Pull dips, push whips like the 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 you to your knees
The way biblical men
Or in the brothel
I Spill I'll from the grill
Like one who reveals sores their mouth hole
And if you only knew the that I been through
To paint the of pictures my pen drew
label tries to fuck you your friends screw
You over now you're sober, bad energy affect the evils that men do
fuckin see-through
I'm a sick flow-er that lines
Like when you click over on you blowers and it sucks to be you
Right I thought I'd be,
another part of me
And the so sad to see
That I'm not anymore.
I'm not anymore
I'm not here, anymore.