Luyện nghe bài hát Smell the Roses

UH!
I'm of this 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
is no 'we', and there never 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 you been crying.

Hear I missed a rhyme, that made your brain lose track of time,
the common, average, fickle mind needs rules and laws and simple guides.
You to these 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 so much about 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 your 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 the borders
Of my own imagination, ponder my creation..

I choke on all my call it self-asphyxiation.
I'm kicking down these doors because I hate limitations.
steppin' up I send them back 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.
Bashing people's music boy, at 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 that twitter fame, wake up and the roses.
I'd fall right 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, up and smell the roses.
I don't get why it's now to stop caring about everything.
Maybe time we all woke 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 time just balancing,
Yourself and all the you see.
The grass looks much in all these clothing magazines.

Yeah homie, I know,
She thinks cool because she smokes
Fills up her lungs she chokes,
But she still 10 re-tweets though.

matters most is what's inside.
What's in your and what's in your mind.
I've seen potential die
Because of the shit they 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.
talk, yeah shit spreads fast,
So instead, I wore a mask.

(CHORUS)
Buried in your phones, They said our was chosen.
You dreaming 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 like a demon but to be treated like an angel.

Talking trash a screen, talk to my face for a moment.
You a rotten person but say 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 some to think.
(CHORUS)

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