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 same scale weigh the fish
just 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 of your success
bearing your soul 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 need the lime
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 of my innocence lost
2 brothers 2 in the pod
2 seasons apart
Take it back to when I be in the
I rhyme I couldn't see in the dark
So silly niggas better be on your
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 I thought I'd be,
It's part of me
And the so sad to see
That I'm not anymore
Wind through the trees
Bull-City skies 70 degrees
'Te embodies an architect and when he rhyme it he body the whole

So me a G
My mama say she done worrying for me
So I'm currying, fable what you niggas groundhoggin'
Spitting that shit, y'all Bill Murrayin'
My dc say you bammas lack experience
on my mind like Steve Spurrier
I'm the courier, carrying the
That with these verbs, that nigga Phonte's a 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 temporary visa to a fucking
Resident, citizen it's
The denizens took over the big house on some Nat shit
Shoulders back, head high to the firmament
Can't be like us, and 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 while po-thetic
I play they life a movie
And in the end give them no
I was told to run it so I grip the
And spit magic it's pouring out the tip of a wand
Don't trip you ain't to fix your lip and respond
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 ones the clips in the Tron film
I'll blow your mass where you mind stem
Like a 9-m-m right at your line
You must him
The sensei, to bring you to your knees
The way men pray
Or whores in the
Cause I Spill from the grill
Like one who reveals sores their mouth hole
And if you only knew the shit that I through
To paint the type of pictures my pen
Your tries to fuck you your friends screw
You now you're sober, watching bad energy affect the evils that men do
They see-through
I'm a flow-er that carry 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.