Luyện nghe bài hát Pain

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So you are, shining like the star
With your head in the clouds, some shoot you down
Hands on the ground, against the wall
me who youd call when no one else around

Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,

The future will be televised, haters genocide
23 and 43, Im talkin my size
My niggas is fly, you over accessorize
not, its in my repertoire, forever ever high
I never lie, never tell a lie, I would
Set aside dreams, Im a ask Coretta Scott
Two faced, fat ass, and a set of thighs
Rihanna weave, I a umbrella ella ella ah

Everybody knows me, hit, still got no cash
Bitch, get that glass quick, my bad habits
Fuck you and Instagram, match a gram
Royal blue folls, getting head in the red
take me out, TMZ all in the VIP
Bitch Im hard in my new
Too boss if you ask me
Almost fucked fame, but she with money

I got two bad bitches, haters wanna take em me

Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,
Lights, camera, action, lights, camera,

Tryina get on in this industry , acting your birthday
Breaking down cocaine the EBT
These male doing it
However, whatever they on the box
spit, everybody hide
Everybodies an (everbody not)
SOLOST, niggas talking dollars getting
In a minute Imma my crew scrit
Well one, give the 98
fuck coach, Im cutthroat, so what goes?
Do you head for the year they say might be the
look within

Glisten the glamors, we for the cameras
Ghetto niggas with me, they with the hammers
Ghetto with me, pink toes in the sandals
No dirty laundry, get your nose out my
Clothes in my hamper, bathing ape camouflage
from japan, you would think I was a samurai
Drop-crotch, jeremy scott pants, bitch its hammer
dirty money but I keep my hand sanitized
Life is what you need, wont you a Z ? Feel the breeze
the Sour Deeze, hit that shit and please act at ease
Wouldnt you be like the Black Eyed Peas, all these 3s
Star, Hollywood, wont you rest in peace?

So thick you are, shining like the
With your head in the clouds, some fighters shoot you
Hands on the ground, back against the
Tell me who youd call when no one around