Luyện nghe bài hát Not Here Anymore

Went to the well and made a
Pray to god I stay around, Tiggalo love to throw his weight
On the same scale weigh the fish
It's what it seems, sweet dreams are made of this
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
how I be getting 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 seasons apart
Take it back to when I be in the
I rhyme till I couldn't see in the
So silly niggas be on your guard
Longest breadth in my being, be on my job
With good music got that good
A good meal, leafy greens, 2 veggies, and a starch
And I'm out

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

So me a G
My mama say she done enough for me
So I'm done currying, fable what you groundhoggin'
Spitting that shit, y'all Bill Murrayin'
My dc niggas say you lack experience
on my mind like Steve Spurrier
I'm the courier, the word
with these verbs, that nigga Phonte's a little murderous
See a little nervousness, and a
Cause you know deep down you ain't nice, just a courteous
You just game nigga, we the fucking tournament
You a visa to a fucking permanent
Resident, it's evident
The took over the big house on some Nat Turner shit
Shoulders back, head to the fucking firmament
be like us, and fear no man
Niggas like us, get a fucking 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 they po-thetic
I play they like a movie
And in the end give them no
I was told to run it so I the baton
And spit magic it's pouring out the tip of a wand
Don't trip you ain't equipped to fix lip and respond
I to, ex you out like the man who
you a script of Korans
Since flipped, I'm getting 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 line
You rewind him
The syllable sensei, to you to your knees
The way men pray
Or in the brothel
Cause I Spill I'll from the
Like one who reveals sores from their hole
And if you only knew the that I been through
To paint the type of pictures my pen
label tries to fuck you your friends screw
You now you're sober, watching bad energy affect the evils 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
Right where I 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.