Luyện nghe bài hát Reverie Road

Fuck sweet
I'm street dreams, on the side of the curb
Tryna out how the fuck I would converge
The I'm feeling right now combined in a word
But fuck that, leave it to the lines in a verse
a younger Kid I fell in love
With this rap game, addictive with a buzz
This gets me high quicker than any selling drugs
with the sweet boys and the fake felon thugs
But now I'm at the point of no
No other choice now but to make dough and
I'm advancing every year as I grow and
Feeling to breaking at times but still I'm going firm
Seeing guys who on a level to compete
Yet to my monthly views, they get in a week
And that ain't even jealousy dead 'em on a beat
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 with lunch
And if there ain't enough, then the deli's munched
Seeing rich boys, I was any of the cunts
Coming home, Mum's stressed from the lack of
Everywhere I look in Benghazi it's a of bums
Pricks chatting about and packing guns
Blaming all their problems off the back of slums
Feeling like this world's all a
Every corner I turn is a ball of stress
Reminiscing on wrong turns and regrets
Wondering if life is really all a test
So I put the road my fee
Pen and pad in my and wander the street
Til I don't know the way home, under my sleeve
And let it bleed ink the sheet

So let
Road, take me she goes
I look to the future or memories old
When I need any stress froze
That's when I down Reverie Road
A place serenity flows
Where of life's problems or enemies go
Where no, doors of can ever be closed
Welcome to Road
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A life full of
A of chaos that we try and run perfectly
I'm as lost as each of us universally
with the way this Earth, unmercifully
Brings
Bad when I was only a fetus
my Mum broke on her lonely to feed us
With a nuts kid growing, if you'd only of us!
Dodging bailiffs every week hoping to meet us
Always broke as fuck, lower class in the strife
No family to to and ask for advice
It's been pretty dark for the first half of my
If karma exists, the should be sparkling bright
But and riches ain't what I'm thirsty for
I just wanna be by the time I'm 34
Not still buss rhymes, living dirty poor
Struggling to survive in an on them murky floors
But can I it on this 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 make it to the charts
Regardless though I can't 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 this 'til I'm nothing more than an urns ash
ain't like any road I can find
When I'm here I'm free from the to open-my-mind
Speak from the heart, I'm already if I'm
Supposed to
Something this to divine
So I put the under my feet
Pen and pad in my and wander the street
Til I don't know the way home, heart under my
And let it bleed ink the sheet