Luyện nghe bài hát On My Way

Ok
Now they say home is the hate is
up, "Hi, haters!"
I know, been on a hiatus
Caught up in the lights I've been blinded by Las
Ain't it before I was twenty one
I put my on the table and I won
See told me, "Life's a gamble"
Now this is my
Made my fellas good
Now I'm Robert DeNiro, Clicquot
With the girl that held me down from the
My team up L's
But it's funny we winning
A million talked down, soon as I from the bottom
But opinions assholes now, got 'em
So ask me why I do it
I do it for the
Heard got out the grill
Man I do it for the
Man I do it for the five of Hanes wife-beats
That I wore everyday to show my brand new ink
Shit I remember working jobs, just so I hit the dance up
Never have a date, so I didn't dance much
Couldn't buy my own, so I just my dad's tux
Told him, "Keep the loafers" kept it with my black chucks
So you can keep the stars
But me I be 'em
And I just the odds
I we can call it even
he the underdog
Went from flipping patties at a
To living lavish then a mother
God damn!

We got stories for day man, for
They just gotta
Hey
And if y'all don't know, that's like my best friend there
But
It's safe to say on our way man
time though
Do you remember when my dad me out like right after we met
And I showed up at your house the day with a U-Haul
Like hey, you wanna in with me?
Matter of nah nah
Do you remember the time we had those two girls
And Dub called like "Yo these dudes tryna me up here at the Eth"
Oh that's when we the store across the street from our crib the Eth
it was on a 100 and 30th
But anyway though man, we those girls, sitting with the door open
Sprinted to the store to fight
And this fool goes like "ahh got y'all I was playin'"
Damn I wanna whoop his ass for that shit.
Nah nah nah of fact,
You remember when you to buy your first keyboard,
So we went and gathered up spare change, everyday.
And walked into bank with that heavy ass bag of nickels,
And were looking at us like "what the fuck?"
We too to be Hollywood man
This as Hollywood as I'm a get

up
Okay I heard want the classics
My life's a movie like the Show without the cameras
They look at us like we a couple N Da Hood
Four Brothers the end like them boys in The Wood
So I Light It Up, for Friday Night Lights with the team
In The Notebook, holding my Requiem for a
I was Superbad in the class I Dazed off
So I played and lived Ferris Bueller's Day Off
Back in Coolie High, used to nickname us The Goonies
Every night we blacked out, shit should've called us roofies
Get out of bed Half Baked, roll another
So many snacks up in my house they call the crib
Blowing man I swear this As Good As It Gets
Godfather me, "Keep doing that music shit"
He said, "Your piece of the Pie is waiting"
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