Luyện nghe bài hát Reverie Road

Fuck dreams
I'm living street dreams, on the side of the
Tryna figure out how the fuck I converge
The emotions I'm feeling right now combined in a
But fuck that, I'll leave it to the lines in a
a younger Kid I fell in love
With this rap game, with a compelling buzz
This shit gets me high quicker than any drugs
with the sweet boys and the fake felon thugs
But now I'm at the of no return
No other choice now but to dough and earn
I'm advancing every year as I grow and
Feeling close to breaking at times but still I'm going
guys who ain't on a level to compete
Yet to my views, they get treble in a week
And that ain't even jealousy I'll dead 'em on a
But I need to move fast, engine as I speak
Cause, too days I've had pennies in a bunch
Tryna count up enough to fill my bell some lunch
And if there ain't enough, then the getting munched
Seeing boys, wishing I was any of the cunts
Coming home, Mum's stressed from the of funds
Everywhere I look in Benghazi it's a of bums
Pricks about shanks and packing guns
Blaming all their self-made problems off the back of
like this world's all a mess
Every corner I turn is a ball of stress
Reminiscing on wrong turns and small
Wondering if this life is all a test
So I put the under my fee
Pen and pad in my and wander the street
Til I don't know the way home, heart under my
And let it ink onto the sheet

So let
Road, take me wherever she
While I look to the future or old
When I need any stress froze
when I come down Reverie Road
A place where serenity
Where none of life's problems or go
Where no, doors of can ever be closed
Welcome to Reverie
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A life full of
A world of that we try and run perfectly
I'm just as lost as each of us
Stuck the way this Earth, unmercifully
Brings
Bad when I was only a fetus
Left my Mum broke on her lonely to us
With a nuts kid growing, if only of seen us!
different bailiffs every week hoping to meet us
Always as fuck, living lower class in the strife
No family to to and ask for advice
It's been pretty dark for the first of my life
If karma exists, the next 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
Struggling to survive in an estate on murky floors
But can I it on this path?
Every song I've made has illustrated from the heart
But Rap now, just ain't for the art
And you ain't considered shit if you don't it to the charts
though I can't adjourn rap
I'm too far down this road now to back
This is a part of my and that's a firm fact
I'll be doing this 'til I'm nothing than an urns ash
This ain't like any road I can
When I'm here I'm free from the world to
from 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 know the way home, heart under my sleeve
And let it bleed ink the sheet