Luyện nghe bài hát Smell the Roses

UH!
I'm sick of shit,
bar I spit,
You don't even listen, you just your lips
Yap yap yap, it ever stop.
Who are you to me what I am not?

UH!, you me.
But Yeah, yeah, let's talk 'we'
There is no 'we', and there never be.
always be just you and me.

Wake up, you all sleepin'.
In the shadows, I creepin'.
Now I'm and the light is seepin',
your cheeks like you been crying.

Hear that? I missed a rhyme, made your brain lose track of time,
Because the common, average, fickle mind needs and laws and simple guides.
You to these words of mine, not to learn, but to analyze
Every sentence that I sculpt out of the maze behind my eyes.

Start to learn.
hearing to respond,
I'm screaming in your face but still
Yap, yap, on.

We so much about fitting in,
That we the things within.
Character, morality, is a fallacy.
You your time just balancing,
Yourself and who you to be.
I could write it on your eyelids but I don't think you'd see.

My mind inside your head fits like a parked on a quarter.
You crave money, sex and drugs, and those in no order.
That shits a waste, Instead, I work to the borders
Of my own imagination, maybe my creation..

I choke on all my call it self-asphyxiation.
I'm kicking down these closing because I hate limitations.
Rappers steppin' up I send them to relegation,
My value rises up every track like it's inflation.

Ignorance is sweeping the land an endless conflagration,
Walking round in tattered clothes like a mindless nation.
Bashing music boy, at least they've got creation,
You're nothing but an weak-ass imitation.

(CHORUS)
Buried in your phones, They said our was chosen.
You about that twitter fame, wake up and smell the roses.
I'd fall right into you, but I'm afraid I'd my ankles.
You like a demon but want to be treated like an angel.

trash behind a screen, talk to my face for a moment.
You a rotten but say that you're savage, wake up and smell the roses.
I don't get why it's cool now to caring about everything.
Maybe it's time we all woke up and made some to think.
(CHORUS)

We so much about fitting in
we ignore the things within.
Character, morality, is a fallacy.
You your time just balancing,
and all the things you see.
The grass looks much greener in all clothing magazines.

homie, I don't know,
She thinks she's cool she smokes
up her lungs until she chokes,
But she gets 10 re-tweets though.

matters most is what's inside.
What's in heart and what's in your mind.
seen friend's potential die
Because of the shit they were to try.

I'm sick of it, I take no more.
Ya'll are buried neck deep in a drawer.
Closing my but the image is stored.
Can't so I'm moving forward.

I loved a girl I couldn't have,
I her but we wouldn't last.
People talk, shit spreads fast,
So instead, I just a mask.

(CHORUS)
Buried in your phones, They said our was chosen.
You dreaming about that fame, wake up and smell the roses.
I'd fall right you, but I'm afraid I'd break my ankles.
You acting like a demon but want to be treated an angel.

Talking behind a screen, talk to my face for a moment.
You a person but say that you're savage, wake up and smell the roses.
I don't get why cool now to stop caring about everything.
Maybe it's time we all woke up and made some to think.
(CHORUS)

I'm not angry, I'm disappointed. There's pain my face.
I'm so of watching all this potential go to waste.
I know you hit that blunt to your pains away.
But if you quit tomorrow, you'd be than you are today.

There's a bad taste up in my mouth, when I sit and the world.
You arguing over petty things while problems unfurl.
Fighting fire fire turns the whole world to ashes.
But when I close my mouth I can hear the sound of matches.