Luyện nghe bài hát Rage

Command, we've control
The engine's to crash
The lightning strikes bright
Do not go gently...
It's just my
You shot my bluff down a thousand miles
I'm falling
I'm fast

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

1]
I always wondered whether 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'
man telling 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 make it
They say home is where the hate is, I'm from where kill their own
film it on their phone, a generation addicted
To take knowledge and problems we face and so
To take the road and just roll with the punches
Niggas I was gone, I Derrick Rose from the trenches
fences we jumped as a shorty still in the way
Sometimes I wish I could fly far, far
Where my sins down like pouring rain
I'm on slip my knot, hope I don't again
Standing on my feet, feel so small to look space
It's just to stare up there and wonder what waits
So much we still don't understand, still right in of our face
I light a for the jets

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

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

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

Before the final
Before the flight
I you to rage
I you to know, know you're right