Luyện nghe bài hát Sleep When I'm Gone

[Intro - DJ
About to the game
DJ
We the Forever
Cash Money, Money
I'm for real about this
go

[Chorus - Cee-Lo
I've my time because my time is my money
The sun goes down but I won't for nothing
Why close my eyes? I'd rather when I'm gone
when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm
Looking at the clock yeah, yeah
to my treasure yeah, yeah
Why close my eyes? I'd rather when I'm gone
when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm

1 - The Game]
Yeah they say sleep is the cousin of
Guess we
I'm the most slept on and the most hated
Hated, hated by niggas no hustle
Staring at me in the club like I won't bust you in the with the Spades
Life is a card and I'm playing spades
Gambling with change
Fucking basketball wives while you at games
Really basketball wives, ain't got to say names
Whole body tatted like a New York City freight
get to barking, put a bullet in a Great Dane
Try me, end up "why me?"
Team of animals like I coached the Heat
Four floor mansion, to the beach
Six car garage, that's how I'm to eat
In Miami, rolling up kush on decks
Flagging down the waitress, waving my

[Verse 2 - Busta
Yo I done survived the test of time doing shit so long
And only rest to rise homie I sleep when I'm gone
Look, a legend while I'm prime and so current and they this
The streets'll me another level of greatness
I don't fight for at all, I let wack niggas bitch
And let them flip while they on who the king of shit
Listen, see I don't waste time over them things
Because I'm God motherfucker, God kings
I'm that a lot of niggas mad through the grapevine
Piano sounding beautiful and sad at the same
The feeling a funeral so study you niggas
Khaled provide the theme while I bury you niggas
See now there's no the god, you'd better find a getaway
Before I start like Haitians and Jamaicans when it's Labor Day
Khaled every you know we got to make them love it
And realize that is hotter when we touch it

[Verse 3 - The
Ayo Khaled, let this shit

little rich nigga, that's me
Smoke coming out the sunroof, on hashish
Can't now because I'm in too deep
1.5 ride two weeks
want to kill me, let the shells fall out
Life is short in place, my gone ball out
Their kids gone out
years from now pulling cars out
You think cocaine getting hauled out
Ex shipped in
Crystal meth getting in
All you let a nigga slip in
Aftermath 05, 06
Everything else was gymnastics, watch the flip
Sitting on the couch, smoking up
Pouring Daniels, toast to my enemies
Fuck nigga, I ain't got the energy
Take the last shot to the dome, Kennedy