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 don't 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 and the light is seepin',
Down your cheeks you been crying.

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

listening 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,
and who you wish to be.
I could write it on your eyelids but I still don't you'd see.

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

I choke on all my call it self-asphyxiation.
I'm kicking down these doors because I hate limitations.
Rappers steppin' up I them back to relegation,
My value up with every track like 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 least got creation,
nothing 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 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 person but say that savage, wake 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 some time to think.
(CHORUS)

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

homie, I don't know,
She she's cool 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 heart and what's in 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.
Ya'll are neck deep in a cash drawer.
my eyes but the image is stored.
Can't forget so I'm forward.

I loved a girl I couldn't have,
I her but we wouldn't last.
People talk, yeah shit fast,
So instead, I just a mask.

(CHORUS)
in your phones, They said our generation was chosen.
You dreaming about that twitter fame, 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 want to be treated 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 don't get why it's cool now to caring about everything.
Maybe it's 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 watching all potential go to waste.
I know you hit that blunt to take your away.
But if you quit tomorrow, you'd be stronger you are today.

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