Luyện nghe bài hát Smile

(Trae)
You
I never did understand why they always me to smile

It ain't too s*** I gave a smile for
talk
Yo still a a**hole by
Peep

1 (Trae)
I remember up able to love n***a watchin' n****z f*** over
They sea I kept it reala
But bein' ain't really always what n****z make it to be
I never thought make it and I'd have n****z hatin' a G
I got enough s*** I deal with on the day to day
Penitentiary's the after death don't seem to go away
Even though I never know the outcomes it's safe to pray
And try to do my best to he write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the f*** you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me Lorna
It f***ed me up so I couldn't even go to the wake
But if her family called I'm gon' make sure that straight
like this part of my life I live is damn near mastered
The more people I love the more they get away faster
I feel I talk to God a lil more than the pastor
Prob'ly been livin' to sure my son never become a bastard
I've never been the one to I've always been the leader
But I feel this world is like a b***h and I know I need her
If I had this I never took the time to meet her
So I feel a frown across my the only way to greet her
In the process of bein' Trae I out as a child
cuz reality must stop
And they my cousin death before he thirty after checkin' his pile
He died at 28 so how the f*** am I supposed to s***

(Styles P)
I don't my n***a
I ask myself the same everyday
How the f*** am I supposed to
Life's real over though

2 (Styles P)
Styles don't
The hood too
The lil n****z is
Men trial
Hit 'em with some numbers he ain't doin' chow
He ain't sleepin' he been thinkin' 'bout his child
It's real f***ed up but he see him for a while
Same try'na get you a money pile
You don't see the reefer or the jail locked
I keep a tech with the air cocked
Now I don't wanna or get shot
But not
f*** with these f*** n****z or air those Lox
It's real hard to sleep when its on the mind and
Murder on the
Puffin' on the dutch with a fist full of
Somebody mom cryin' cuz boy dyin'
It's the same ol'
Wait the funeral
ol' trip
Crack rap money
The same ol'
As Trae could've out in Texas
reckless
If the cops gon' get you but n****z'll leave you
I'm a winner
More like a
Try'na it to dinner
live after breakfast

(Styles P)

S.P.
How the f*** are we to smile
Man
me that
Maybe f***in' smile

3 (Jadakiss)
Nothin' to about
These lil is wildin' out
Do to 'em they dialin' out
Everybody lookin' at you you foulin' out
Every hood everywhere what it's now about
The shootas is your age
Give you the gage
Daily half the page
Known as a now he ain't just fly
Couple in the group home in DFY
Truthfully what could have pended but never did
And he
As a youthful offender cuz a kid
is
The person he was connected
He home thinkin' he's sweet and don't expect it
Big but still young
To him still fun
360 waves new blue steel gun
They say you ain't promised
got the drop and hit him right in his head with a hollow