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 are made of this
Holler at me if you ever been a
Or set up a upset, standing on the verge of your
Steady bearing soul to the world, you undressed
Surrounded by success-ors, and the whores you ain't fucked yet
how I be getting it, I don't need the lime light
That's young nigga shit, I'm a OG, and the G is for
Yes Phontigga spit, flame watch 9th Rekindle it
Cause I pad verses with the wisdom of my innocence
2 brothers 2 in the pod
2 seasons apart
Take it to when I be in the park
I rhyme till I see in the dark
So silly niggas better be on your
Longest breadth in my being, be on my job
With good got that good feel
A good meal, leafy greens, 2 veggies, and a starch
And I'm out

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

So me a G
My say she done enough worrying for me
So I'm done currying, what you niggas groundhoggin'
Spitting that same shit, y'all Murrayin'
My dc niggas say you bammas experience
Carolina on my mind like Steve
I'm the courier, the word
That with these verbs, that nigga Phonte's a little
See a nervousness, and a frown
Cause you know deep down you ain't nice, just a courteous
You just running game nigga, we the tournament
You a temporary visa to a fucking
Resident, citizen evident
The denizens took the big house on some Nat Turner shit
Shoulders back, head to the fucking firmament
be like us, and fear no man
Niggas bleed us, get a fucking tourniquet, nigga
Right 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 life like a
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 equipped to fix your lip and
I to, ex you out like the man who
Hands you a of Korans
Since lights flipped, I'm getting chips in
Pull dips, push like the ones from the clips in the Tron film
I'll blow your mental mass you mind stem
Like a 9-m-m right at line trim
You must him
The sensei, to bring you to your knees
The way biblical men
Or in the brothel
Cause I Spill from the grill
Like one who reveals from their mouth hole
And if you only the shit that I been through
To the type of pictures my pen drew
Your tries to fuck you your friends screw
You over now you're sober, bad energy affect the evils that men do
They see-through
I'm a sick flow-er carry lines
when you click over on you dick blowers 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 here
I'm not here, anymore.