Luyện nghe bài hát Not Here Anymore

Went to the well and a wish
to god I stay around, Tiggalo love to throw his weight around
On the same scale weigh the fish
It's what it seems, sweet dreams are made of this
Holler at me if you ever been a
Or set up a upset, on the verge of your success
Steady bearing your soul to the world, you
Surrounded by your success-ors, and the whores you ain't yet
how I be getting it, I don't need the lime light
That's young shit, I'm a OG, and the G is for gentleman
Yes spit, amazon flame watch 9th Rekindle it
Cause I pad verses the wisdom of my innocence lost
2 2 peas 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 be on your guard
Longest in my being, I'ma be on my job
good music got that good feel
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
I'm not here anymore
Wind blowing the trees
Blue skies 70 degrees
'Te embodies an architect and when he about it he body the whole

So me a G
My mama say she done enough for me
So I'm done currying, what you niggas groundhoggin'
Spitting that same shit, y'all Murrayin'
My dc say you bammas lack experience
on my mind like Steve Spurrier
I'm the courier, carrying the
That with verbs, that nigga Phonte's a little murderous
See a nervousness, and a frown
Cause you know down you ain't nice, just a little courteous
You just running game nigga, we the tournament
You a visa to a fucking permanent
Resident, citizen evident
The took over the big house on some Nat Turner shit
Shoulders back, head high to the fucking
Can't be us, and fear no man
Niggas bleed us, get a fucking tourniquet, nigga
Right where I I'd be,
another part of me
And the so sad to see
That I'm not

Check, I'm poetic they po-thetic
I play they life a movie
And in the end give them no
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 lip and respond
I to, ex you out like the man who
you a script of Korans
Since lights flipped, I'm getting in Milan
Pull dips, push whips the ones from the clips in the Tron film
I'll blow your mental mass where you mind
Like a 9-m-m right at line trim
You must him
The syllable sensei, to bring you to your
The way biblical men
Or whores in the
Cause I I'll from the grill
Like one who reveals from their mouth hole
And if you only knew the shit that I through
To paint the type of pictures my pen
Your label tries to fuck you your friends
You over now you're sober, watching bad energy affect the that men do
fuckin see-through
I'm a sick that carry lines
Like when you click over on you dick blowers and it to be you
Right where I 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.