Luyện nghe bài hát Reverie Road

Fuck sweet
I'm street dreams, on the side of the curb
Tryna figure out how the I would converge
The emotions I'm feeling right now in a word
But that, I'll leave it to the lines in a verse
a younger Kid I fell in love
With this rap game, addictive with a buzz
This shit gets me high quicker than any selling
Even with the sweet and the fake felon thugs
But now I'm at the point of no
No choice now but to make dough and earn
I'm advancing every year as I and learn
Feeling close to at times but still I'm going firm
guys who ain't on a level to compete
Yet to my monthly views, they get in a week
And that even jealousy I'll dead 'em on a beat
But I need to fast, engine revving as I speak
Cause, too many days I've had in a bunch
count up enough to fill my bell with some lunch
And if there ain't enough, then the deli's munched
Seeing rich boys, I was any of the cunts
home, Mum's stressed from the lack of funds
Everywhere I look in Benghazi it's a sack of
Pricks about shanks and packing guns
Blaming all their self-made problems off the back of
Feeling like world's all a mess
Every that I turn is a ball of stress
Reminiscing on wrong turns and regrets
Wondering if this life is 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 my sleeve
And let it ink onto the sheet

So let
Road, take me she goes
I look to the future or memories old
When I any stress temporarily froze
when I come down Reverie Road
A place serenity flows
Where of life's problems or enemies go
Where no, of thought can ever be closed
to Reverie Road
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A life full of
A world of that we try and run perfectly
I'm just as lost as of us universally
Stuck with the way Earth, unmercifully
adversity
Bad when I was only a fetus
Left my Mum on her lonely to feed us
With a nuts kid growing, if you'd only of us!
Dodging different bailiffs every week to meet us
broke as fuck, living lower class in the strife
No family to to and ask for advice
It's been dark for the first half of my life
If exists, the next should be sparkling bright
But fame and riches what I'm thirsty for
I just be stable by the time I'm 34
Not still buss rhymes, living dirty poor
to survive in an estate on them murky floors
But can I make it on path?
Every song I've has been illustrated from the heart
But Rap now, just appreciated for the art
And you ain't considered shit if you don't it to the charts
Regardless though I can't rap
I'm too far down road now to turn back
This is a part of my life and a firm fact
I'll be this 'til I'm nothing more than an urns ash
ain't like any road I can find
When I'm here I'm from the world to open-my-mind
Speak from the heart, I'm broken if I'm
Supposed to
Something this close to
So I put the under my feet
Pen and pad in my pocket and wander the
Til I know the way home, heart under my sleeve
And let it ink onto the sheet