Luyện nghe bài hát Smell the Roses

UH!
I'm of this 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'
is no 'we', and there never will be.
It'll always be you and me.

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

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

Start to learn.
Stop to respond,
I'm screaming in your face but 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 eyelids but I still think you'd see.

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

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

Ignorance is sweeping the land like an conflagration,
Walking in tattered clothes like a mindless zombie nation.
people's music boy, at least they've got creation,
You're nothing but an un-original imitation.

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

Talking trash behind a screen, talk to my 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 about everything.
Maybe it's time we all woke up and made time to think.
(CHORUS)

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

homie, I don't know,
She thinks she's because she smokes
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.
I've seen potential die
Because of the shit they were to try.

I'm sick of it, I take no more.
are buried neck deep in a cash drawer.
Closing my eyes but the is stored.
forget so I'm moving forward.

I loved a girl I couldn't have,
I her but we wouldn't last.
talk, yeah shit spreads fast,
So instead, I just 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 into you, but I'm afraid I'd break my ankles.
You acting a demon but want to be treated like an angel.

Talking trash behind a screen, 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 it's cool now to caring about everything.
Maybe it's time we all woke up and some time to think.
(CHORUS)

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

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