Luyện nghe bài hát Smell the Roses

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

UH!, you me.
But Yeah, yeah, let's talk about
is no 'we', and there never will be.
It'll be just you and me.

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

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

Start to learn.
Stop to respond,
I'm screaming in face but you're still
Yap, yap, on.

We care so much fitting in,
we ignore the things within.
Character, morality, is a fallacy.
You spend 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 head fits like a truck parked on a quarter.
You crave money, sex and drugs, and those in no order.
That shits a waste, Instead, I work to expand the
Of my own imagination, ponder 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 them back to relegation,
My value up with every track like it's inflation.

Ignorance is the land like an endless conflagration,
Walking round in tattered like a mindless zombie nation.
people's music boy, at least they've got creation,
You're but an un-original weak-ass imitation.

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

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

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

Yeah homie, I know,
She thinks she's cool because she
up her lungs until she chokes,
But she gets 10 re-tweets though.

What matters most is inside.
What's in your 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 can't no more.
Ya'll are buried deep in a cash drawer.
Closing my eyes but the is stored.
Can't so I'm moving forward.

I loved a that I couldn't have,
I her but we wouldn't last.
People talk, yeah shit fast,
So instead, I wore a mask.

(CHORUS)
Buried in phones, They said our generation was chosen.
You about that twitter fame, wake up and smell the roses.
I'd fall right into you, but I'm I'd break my ankles.
You acting like a demon but want to be 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 stop caring everything.
Maybe it's time we all woke up and made time to think.
(CHORUS)

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

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