Luyện nghe bài hát Not Here Anymore

Went to the and made a wish
Pray to god I stay around, Tiggalo to throw his weight around
On the same scale they the fish
It's just what it seems, dreams are made of this
at me if you ever been a underdog
Or set up a upset, on the verge of your success
Steady bearing your to the world, you undressed
Surrounded by your success-ors, and the whores you fucked yet
That's how I be 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 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 couldn't see in the
So niggas better be on your guard
Longest breadth in my being, be on my job
With good got that good feel
A good meal, greens, 2 veggies, protein and a starch
And I'm out

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

So me a G
My mama say she done worrying for me
So I'm currying, fable what you niggas groundhoggin'
Spitting that shit, y'all Bill Murrayin'
My dc niggas say you bammas lack
Carolina on my mind like Steve
I'm the courier, carrying the
That these verbs, that nigga Phonte's a little murderous
See a nervousness, and a frown
Cause you know deep down you nice, just a little courteous
You running game nigga, we the fucking tournament
You a temporary visa to a fucking
Resident, it's evident
The denizens took the big house on some Nat Turner shit
Shoulders back, head high to the fucking
be like us, and fear no man
Niggas bleed like us, get a fucking tourniquet,
Right I thought I'd be,
It's part of me
And the so sad to see
I'm not here-

Check, I'm while they po-thetic
I play life like a movie
And in the end give them no
I was told to run it so I grip the
And spit magic it's pouring out the tip of a wand
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 lights flipped, I'm chips in Milan
dips, push whips like the ones from the clips in the Tron film
I'll blow your mental mass where you stem
Like a right at your line trim
You must him
The syllable sensei, to bring you to knees
The way men pray
Or in the brothel
Cause I Spill I'll the grill
Like one who reveals sores from their hole
And if you only knew the shit 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, watching bad affect the evils that men do
They see-through
I'm a sick flow-er that lines
when you click over on you dick blowers and it sucks to be you
Right I thought I'd be,
another part of me
And the so sad to see
I'm not here anymore.
I'm not anymore
I'm not here, anymore.