Luyện nghe bài hát Reverie Road

Fuck dreams
I'm living dreams, on the side of the curb
Tryna figure out how the fuck I would
The emotions I'm feeling now combined in a word
But fuck that, I'll leave it to the in a verse
Since a younger Kid I in love
With this rap game, addictive a compelling buzz
shit gets me high quicker than any selling drugs
Even with the boys and the fake felon thugs
But now I'm at the of no return
No other choice now but to make dough and
I'm every year as I grow and learn
Feeling close to breaking at times but I'm going firm
Seeing who ain't on a level to compete
Yet to my views, they get treble in a week
And that ain't even jealousy dead 'em on a beat
But I need to move fast, revving as I speak
Cause, too many I've had pennies in a bunch
Tryna count up to fill my bell with some lunch
And if there ain't enough, the deli's getting munched
Seeing rich boys, I was any of the cunts
Coming home, stressed from the lack of funds
Everywhere I look in Benghazi it's a sack of
Pricks chatting about shanks and guns
Blaming all self-made problems off the back of slums
Feeling like this all a mess
Every corner that I turn is a of stress
on wrong turns and small regrets
Wondering if this is really all a test
So I put the under my fee
Pen and pad in my pocket and wander the
Til I don't know the way home, heart under my
And let it bleed ink the sheet

So let
Road, me wherever she goes
While I to the future or memories old
When I need any stress froze
when I come down Reverie Road
A place where flows
Where none of life's problems or go
Where no, doors of thought can be closed
to Reverie Road
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A life of uncertainty
A world of chaos that we try and run
I'm just as lost as each of us
Stuck with the way Earth, unmercifully
Brings
Bad happened when I was a fetus
Left my Mum broke on her lonely to us
With a nuts kid growing, if you'd only of us!
Dodging different bailiffs every hoping to meet us
Always as fuck, living lower class in the strife
No family to turn to and ask for
It's pretty dark for the first half of my life
If karma exists, the next should be sparkling
But fame and ain't what I'm thirsty for
I wanna be stable by the time I'm 34
Not still tryna buss rhymes, dirty poor
Struggling to survive in an estate on them murky
But can I make it on this
Every song I've made has been illustrated the heart
But Rap now, ain't appreciated for the art
And you ain't considered shit if you make it to the charts
Regardless though I adjourn rap
I'm too far down this road now to turn
This is a part of my life and that's a fact
be doing this 'til I'm nothing more than an urns ash
This ain't like any road I can
When I'm here I'm free from the world to
Speak the heart, I'm already broken if I'm
Supposed to
Something this close to
So I put the road my feet
Pen and pad in my pocket and the street
Til I don't know the way home, under my sleeve
And let it bleed ink the sheet