Luyện nghe bài hát Sober Up

[Joe - Verse 1:]
I broke down a ago
finally picking up the
Memoirs of how the
Can depleted
I dont talk to God as a matter of fact I with
At times I hate my reflection and Im conceited
half the time Im other times Im vengeful
at its to convince me, at times its to convince you
done a lot of wrong but I aint felt resentful
its been so times Ive lost track of who to repent to
the time Im in the cut
dont want you to me
with me and youll see that Im only awkward socially
half the Im spiteful, double barrell rifle
I owe so many payback I feel like I got the too
so if you a case in point you can refer to Budden
and it will prove that painkillers never murdered
all it did was make me put ice in me
put ice in me, make me
when I revisit the places it takes me
Im strong...

Strong enough to contact right
it as soon as you get in my ride
see with me, never apply
tell me how I should live my life
put your back, got it if you need that
you should fuck with me
tell me if you ride or die, la la la la la la la la

Budden - Verse 2:]
Listen up as the center
my inner thoughts are a inner war
headaches act as a trembling force on my mental
distraught
every word fromt his the boss
its brought to you like the people your ministers
tight roping on dental
the haters begin to get lost
coke and got my temperment off
but why my temper get lost
when as soon as the temperature
Im probably intercourse in a resort
criminal report, pricey condos at a minimal
my of thought aint as simple as yours
so if our paths to incidentally cross
I pray that you can overlook all my miniature
until then lets let the bass
take the shots straight I see a need to chase it
trying to fight the urge til theres something to it
I yall to be my co-pilots on this spaceship

[Joe - Verse 3:]
Yo, me and the game get so blunted
wed order out from the chinese stores
they make you bring change for a hundred
rob em, on the metals off
if we beat the breaks off em
then how the was he gon pedal off
some live and die by the high, I was by it
since Pac gave my mom the like go on try it
got me feeling like aint a nigga can me
so I go and scoop a mommy that come join the army
she was so militant, disciplined,
so I to her, bet you wouldnt mind shilling it
I got to know her on my
I gave her my honourable discharge and she like a soldier
since she the type you gotta watch when she around
really she only get high so she can down
lost her when I said she gotta settle
once you to handle life youll be on the same level

[Crooked I - 4:]
When I was this what my father said
I should pulled you out and left you on your mommas waterbed
you me, my poppas dead
alcoholic jeans him since a toddler bottle fed
put me on stainless, Im brainless, Im a hollow head
my life was the
surprised Im even walking, can you blame me if Im
but I aint Hawkings
I God is in my radius
I can see him walking in the face of an innocent but not when preachers talking
my people sleep in coffins I miss em Im breaking down in the of a bad bitch that Im supposed to be taking down
ride while Im crying, Im dying inside
cause my pain is beside a lethiathon and Im hiding from the World
they hit me with but the kitchen sink
how ironic? same place I vomit when I a drink
apparently I to get a shrink
how can take care of me when I dont give a fuck what niggas think!