Luyện nghe bài hát Smell the Roses

UH!
I'm of this shit,
bar I spit,
You don't even listen, you just smack your
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 there will be.
It'll be just you and me.

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

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

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

We care so much about in,
That we the things within.
Character, morality, is a fallacy.
You spend time just balancing,
and who you wish to be.
I could write it on your eyelids but I still think you'd see.

My inside your head fits like a truck parked on a quarter.
You money, sex and drugs, and those in no specific order.
shits a waste, Instead, I work to expand the borders
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 send them to relegation,
My value rises up with every track it's inflation.

Ignorance is sweeping the land an endless conflagration,
Walking round in tattered like a mindless zombie nation.
Bashing people's music boy, at 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 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 demon but want to be like an angel.

Talking trash behind a screen, talk to my for a moment.
You a rotten person but say 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
That we ignore the within.
Character, morality, is a fallacy.
You spend time just balancing,
Yourself and all the you see.
The grass looks much greener in all clothing magazines.

homie, I don't know,
She thinks she's cool she smokes
Fills up her lungs she chokes,
But she still gets 10 though.

What matters is what's inside.
What's in your heart and in your mind.
I've friend's potential 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 eyes but the is stored.
forget so I'm moving forward.

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

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

Talking trash 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 get why it's cool now to stop caring about everything.
Maybe time 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 watching all this 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.

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