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 weigh the fish
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 ain't yet
That's how I be getting it, I don't the lime light
That's nigga shit, I'm a OG, and the G is for gentleman
Yes Phontigga spit, flame watch 9th Rekindle it
Cause I pad verses with the wisdom of my lost
2 2 peas in the pod
2 comeback apart
Take it to when I be in the park
I rhyme I couldn't see in the dark
So silly niggas be on your guard
Longest in my being, I'ma be on my job
With good music got that feel
A good meal, leafy greens, 2 veggies, protein and a
And I'm out

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

So me a G
My say she done enough worrying for me
So I'm currying, fable what you niggas groundhoggin'
Spitting that same shit, y'all Murrayin'
My dc niggas say you lack experience
Carolina on my mind like Spurrier
I'm the courier, carrying the
That with these verbs, that nigga Phonte's a little
See a little nervousness, and a
Cause you know down you ain't nice, just a little courteous
You just running game nigga, we the fucking
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 fucking
Can't be us, and fear no man
Niggas like 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 while they po-thetic
I they life like a movie
And in the end give no credit
I was to run it so I grip the baton
And spit like it's pouring out the tip of a wand
trip you ain't equipped to fix your lip and respond
I to, ex you out like the man who
Hands you a script of
Since lights flipped, I'm getting chips in
Pull dips, push whips like the ones from the in the Tron film
blow your mental mass where you mind stem
Like a 9-m-m right at your trim
You rewind him
The syllable sensei, to bring you to your
The way biblical men
Or in the brothel
Cause I Spill I'll the grill
Like one who sores from their mouth hole
And if you only the shit that I been through
To paint the type of pictures my pen
Your tries to fuck you your friends screw
You over now you're sober, watching bad energy affect the evils men do
fuckin see-through
I'm a sick flow-er that lines
Like when you click over on you dick and it sucks to be you
where I thought I'd be,
It's another of me
And the so sad to see
I'm not here anymore.
I'm not anymore
I'm not here, anymore.