Luyện nghe bài hát Right Now

[Hook: Vic
tell me what's good
Cause I been doing better now
We roll our issues in them
Bitches bigger than a nigga, stressed out
But got their own problems
I got I got mine I got mine
Everybody don't how to solve 'em
But I got I got mine I got mine

1: Vic Mensa]

I don't the club but I like to have a table
I don't like TV but you see my ass on
This shit could so quick man
a year ago, I was leaving momma's house behind a Toyota steering wheel
Fast forward two months got my own apartment
Fucking hoes with my girl at stake on some Joan of Arc
My girl so TNT you know she the drama
I got baby momma problems with no mama
By brother Joey paying support he love his daughter
My other momma own that rock but no Gibralter
His Granny lost the now he's sleeping in them bandos
Police running in at 8am, he out the window
I'm in LA buying Saint-Laurent of Venmo
the whip and two cribs money for the rent go fast
I'm on a like Avatar, ecstasy addiction
Sometimes I wish I could 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 what Drizzy did to Milly this shit ain't a
I don't wanna watch the murder rate but I can't change the
Jealousy and desperation that is all around me
My Kami still selling grams you think I'm worried 'bout a Grammy
Old man asked me for so he could 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, stressed out
But everybody got own problems
I got mine I got mine I got
Everybody don't how to solve 'em
But I got mine I got mine I got

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

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

3: KAMI]
Thank you and yes I believe it
The moment I them breathe it
When me and Joe that season
We had to give y'all a
I had to the lights on
I need my on power on,
Something on my arm, skin tint just like
And life's been playing out an opera
Just that motherfuckin' opera
I some fat lady sing, I gotten used to some things I held on things, they was close
Upgrade Merc to a Ghost
It's like you to see Ghosts, when you start living the most
I'm doing this my way, I i swerve just like Sinatra
I in any lane that car so black 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 process
There's no such thing, there's no such thing as running out of
There's no such thing, there's no such thing as running out of
Take your time with it, take your with it
Don't get caught up tryna do this shit for now