Luyện nghe bài hát Not Here Anymore

Went to the well and made a
Pray to god I stay around, Tiggalo love to his weight around
On the same scale they weigh the
It's just what it seems, dreams are made of this
Holler at me if you ever a underdog
Or set up a upset, standing on the verge of success
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 it, I don't need the lime light
young nigga shit, I'm a OG, and the G is for gentleman
Yes Phontigga spit, flame watch 9th Rekindle it
I pad verses with the wisdom of my innocence lost
2 2 peas in the pod
2 comeback apart
Take it to when I be in the park
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 meal, leafy greens, 2 veggies, protein and a starch
And I'm out

Right I thought I'd be,
another part of me
And the so sad to see
That I'm not anymore
Wind through 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 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 lack
Carolina on my mind like Steve
I'm the courier, the word
That with these verbs, that nigga a little murderous
See a little nervousness, and a
Cause you know deep you ain't nice, just a little courteous
You just running nigga, we the fucking tournament
You a temporary to a fucking permanent
Resident, it's evident
The denizens took over the big on some Nat Turner shit
back, head high to the fucking firmament
Can't be like us, and 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
That I'm not

Check, I'm poetic while they
I play life like a movie
And in the end give no credit
I was told to run it so I the baton
And spit magic like it's pouring out the tip of a
Don't you ain't equipped to fix your lip and respond
I plan to, ex you out the man who
Hands you a 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 blow mental mass where you mind stem
Like a 9-m-m at your line trim
You must 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 type of my pen drew
Your label to fuck you your friends screw
You over now you're sober, watching bad affect the evils that men do
fuckin see-through
I'm a sick that carry lines
Like when you click on you dick blowers and it sucks to be you
where I thought I'd be,
It's part of me
And the so sad to see
That I'm not anymore.
I'm not anymore
I'm not here, anymore.