Luyện nghe bài hát Right Now

[Hook: Vic
Somebody me what's good
Cause I been doing better now
We roll our in them Backwoods
bigger than a nigga, niggas stressed out
But everybody got own problems
I got mine I got mine I got
Everybody don't know how to 'em
But I got I got mine I got mine

1: Vic Mensa]

I don't like the club but I to have a table
I don't like TV but you see my ass on
This could change so quick man
a year ago, I was leaving momma's house behind a Toyota steering wheel
Fast forward just two got my own apartment
Fucking hoes with my girl at stake on Joan of Arc shit
My girl so TNT you know she know the
I got baby problems with no baby mama
By brother Joey paying child he love his daughter
My other momma own that rock but no Gibralter
His Granny lost the crib now he's in them bandos
Police in at 8am, he jumping out the window
I'm in LA buying Saint-Laurent of cash
Lease the whip and two cribs for the rent go fast
I'm on a bender like Avatar, addiction
Sometimes I I could pass away just to see my niggas
It's been a minute since childhood, the don't seem the same
They no mercy to the meek inside this fearless game
You see Drizzy did to Milly this shit ain't a battle
I don't wanna watch the murder rate but I can't the channel
and desperation that shit is all around me
My brother Kami still selling you think I'm worried 'bout a Grammy
Old man asked me for change so he buy a bottle
I'm tryna' get drunk too I got my own problems

Vic Mensa]
Somebody tell me what's
Cause I been doing right now
We our issues in them Backwoods
Bitch bigger than a nigga, niggas out
But everybody got own problems
I got mine I got mine I got
Everybody know how to solve 'em
But I got mine I got mine I got

[Verse 2:
I hate the way talk on you when you ain't around
they mouth revealing crooked smiles
These days I been feeling abandoned my niggas got that crib in Los Angeles
To these hoes: in the form of friendly handshakes
I go
I a bad duet to pour moet to drown this pain
Just cause champaign don't mean that this shit a celebration
Pour bubbly for my niggas that's been on vacation
Pour some bubbles for our niggas that never make it
Self-medicated, I need respiration
I'm out of time, I'm running out of time
Everybody got their own now I know this
We out of time, they said the world was mine

[Bridge:
They said the was mine, they said the world was mine
They the world was mine, they said the world was mine

[Verse 3:
you and yes I really believe it
The I heard them breathe it
When me and Joe made that
We had to give a reason
I had to the lights on
I need my on on, Farrakhan
on my arm, skin tint just like Sherezade's
And life's playing out like an opera
Just like that opera
I watched some fat lady sing, I gotten used to things I held on things, they was close
Upgrade that to a Ghost
It's like you bound to see Ghosts, when you living the most
I'm this my way, I drive i swerve just like Sinatra
I swerve in any lane that car so it grew a conscience
Same next to me, duck that fact just like we playing Contra
We still alive, we stay alive and then repeat that
There's no thing, there's no such thing as running out of options
There's no such thing, no such thing as running out of options
Take your time with it, your time with it
get caught up tryna do this shit for right now