Luyện nghe bài hát Smell the Roses

UH!
I'm sick of shit,
bar I spit,
You don't even listen, you smack 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 about
There is no 'we', and never will be.
It'll be just you and me.

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

Hear I missed a rhyme, that made your brain lose track of time,
Because the common, average, fickle needs rules 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.

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

We care so much about in,
we ignore the things 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 don't think see.

My inside your head fits 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 the borders
Of my own imagination, maybe my creation..

I choke on all my feelings it self-asphyxiation.
I'm kicking down closing doors because I hate 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 round in tattered clothes like a mindless nation.
Bashing music boy, at least they've got creation,
You're but an un-original weak-ass imitation.

(CHORUS)
Buried in your phones, said our generation was chosen.
You dreaming about that twitter fame, 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 but say that you're savage, wake up and smell the roses.
I get why it's cool now to stop caring about everything.
Maybe it's time we all woke up and made time to think.
(CHORUS)

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

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

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

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

I loved a girl I couldn't have,
I wanted her but we 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 right 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 but say that you're savage, wake up and smell the roses.
I don't get why it's cool now to stop about everything.
Maybe time we all woke up and made some time to think.
(CHORUS)

I'm not angry, I'm disappointed. pain behind my face.
I'm so sick of all this potential go to waste.
I you hit that blunt 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 problems unfurl.
Fighting fire with turns the whole world to ashes.
But when I close my mouth I can hear the sound of matches.