Luyện nghe bài hát Rage

Command, lost control
The bound to crash
The lightning strikes went
Do not go gently...
just my luck
You shot my down from a thousand miles
I'm fast
I'm falling

I you to rage into the night
I want you to blaze into the
Before your final
But boy, you're fine, you're
I want you to rage into the
I you to know, know you're right
Before final flight
Racing, racing, red eyes are burning

1]
I always whether leaving meant something deeper than freedom
To be able to see everything I see when I'm
Niggas waking up with no job, no mob lynching, we hangin'
White man niggas to ball like Phil Jackson
Pray to Jordan, the play was to put up the bail
And a train stop and we ain't have to ride the rails
Gas in the tank, hardly enough to it home
They say home is where the hate is, I'm from they kill their own
Probably film it on their phone, a generation
To take knowledge and problems we and so conflicted
To take the burning road and just roll with the
Niggas thought I was gone, I Derrick from the trenches
Same fences we jumped as a shorty in the way
Sometimes I I could fly far, far away
Where my sins fall like pouring rain
I'm on slip my knot, hope I don't again
Standing on my feet, feel so to look into space
It's heavy just to stare up there and wonder waits
So much we still don't understand, still right in of our face
I a match for the jets

I want you to rage into the
I want you to blaze the light
Before your flight
your final flight
But boy, you're fine, fine
I want you to rage the night
I you to know, know you're right
Before your final
Before your final
Racing, racing, red eyes are rogue

Riding a road
Running low, not a who could know
every man who swept the burning ashes from the road

2]
I put the pistol out the trunk
Inside my mouth, if it was real, but I dunk
fucking dumb
How many thousand of kids would like to have
Without a clue of the times I gave my life to have
I'm of waiting
Tired of chasing pills I'm tired of taking
Tired of court cases, of judges
of saying "Fuck it"
Tired of around the President, deciding this shit's a gift
Two to life, only got one to live
You could lose it any
Or it in a fit
Or win a championship
As a man, I pain
As a king, I feel
Ask me how I with fame
As I write you from my
The ain't changed yet
Niggas on 47, still dealing the shit
Rocks,
Ducking cops and
Came into the world
Now I'm in all this BAPE
buy a Rolex, can't even face time
I feel like all wasted
The getting wasted
I spent 1500 on bottles and this table
I shake it before I pop, I I'm not stable
But boy do got horse power
hours
These days I tracks of days
Been since I felt this way
Count on me to

Before the final
Before the final
I want you to
I you to know, know you're right