Luyện nghe bài hát Smell the Roses

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

UH!, you me.
But Yeah, yeah, let's about 'we'
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 cheeks like you been crying.

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

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

We care so about fitting in,
That we ignore the within.
Character, morality, is a fallacy.
You spend your time balancing,
and who you wish to be.
I could write it on your but I still don't think you'd see.

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

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

Ignorance is sweeping the land like an conflagration,
round in tattered clothes like a mindless zombie 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 dreaming about 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 to be treated like an angel.

Talking trash behind a screen, 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 up and made some time to think.
(CHORUS)

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

Yeah homie, I know,
She thinks she's because she smokes
up her lungs until she chokes,
But she still gets 10 though.

What matters is what's inside.
in your heart and what's in your mind.
I've seen friend's die
of the shit they were willing to try.

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

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

(CHORUS)
Buried in your phones, They our generation 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 demon but want to be treated an angel.

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

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

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