Luyện nghe bài hát Not Here Anymore

Went to the and made a wish
Pray to god I around, Tiggalo love to throw his weight around
On the scale they weigh the fish
It's just what it seems, dreams are made of this
Holler at me if you been a underdog
Or set up a upset, standing on the of your success
Steady bearing your to the world, you undressed
Surrounded by your success-ors, and the you ain't fucked yet
That's how I be getting it, I 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 brothers 2 in the pod
2 seasons apart
Take it to when I be in the park
I rhyme till I couldn't see in the
So silly better be on your guard
Longest in my being, I'ma be on my job
good music got that good feel
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 blowing through the
Blue skies 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, fable you niggas groundhoggin'
Spitting that same shit, Bill Murrayin'
My dc niggas say you bammas lack
Carolina on my mind like Spurrier
I'm the courier, carrying the
with these verbs, that nigga Phonte's a little murderous
See a nervousness, and a frown
Cause you know deep down you ain't nice, just a little
You just running game nigga, we the fucking
You a visa to a fucking permanent
Resident, citizen evident
The took over the big house on some Nat Turner shit
Shoulders back, head to the fucking firmament
Can't be us, and fear no man
Niggas bleed like us, get a fucking tourniquet,
where I thought I'd be,
It's part of me
And the so sad to see
I'm not here-

Check, I'm poetic they po-thetic
I play life like a movie
And in the end them no credit
I was to run it so I grip the baton
And spit magic like it's out the tip of a wand
Don't trip you ain't equipped to fix your lip and
I plan to, ex you out the man who
Hands you a script of
Since lights flipped, I'm chips in Milan
Pull dips, push like the ones from the clips in the Tron film
I'll blow your mental mass where you stem
Like a 9-m-m right at your trim
You must him
The syllable sensei, to bring you to your
The way biblical men
Or whores in the
Cause I Spill from the grill
Like one who reveals sores from mouth hole
And if you only knew the shit I been through
To paint the of pictures my pen drew
Your label tries to you your friends screw
You over now sober, watching bad energy affect the evils that men do
fuckin see-through
I'm a sick flow-er that lines
Like when you click over on you 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 here
I'm not here, anymore.