Luyện nghe bài hát Sorry

Sometimes it's hard to say I'm yo

yo, eh, my written in a whirlwind, so if my tail spin
just point at me and ill where the twirl ends
its difficult to open up, wounds that shut
and watch it bleed while rap critics eat it up
but is destiny, a limit of choice
I'm the coppertone chiller, with the kid voice
used to never talk, thoughts too deep, they're
to drop interpretations, quite
systematic pressure, I ingest and write my
the misery, visibly, me, physically
I walk half-smiles, hiding pain deep, knowing that I ain't feelin
right and hard to sleep/ subconsciously worry about my mom and poppa
she want another where she marry her a doctor
and after all these years just tears
she wanted something more, but it's hard to the gears
pops out, didn't know he did nuttin wrong
apologetic, say your sorry but the has been done
old song, but I don't understand the melody
treated like a criminal, third felony
its hard as when you see your pop cry
lookin into my face never blinkin an eye
say your

sorry, didn't mean to nobody
sorry, never knew I was you
I'm

yo this is for the ladies I did wrong, it's sort of crazy
I would write these words up in a song, hopin maybe
to get some closure, already over
I'm healthy and I'm sober, no made of doja
born in october, I'm a in my placement
the qualities of my sign, leave me here adjacent
to romance, I cant say ive faithul
ive cheated times, for experience I'm grateful
even, and honest, posturin like a madonnas
while kissin on neck, pullin deeper marijuanas
manipulatin, you was giving, I was
my girl weve forsaken, like muslims eating bacon
its kinda squalor, I dont know what else to it
you up your heart and I had to go and spoil it
this is for the who I really got deep
nicky, jackie, afuya, Big T
all due respect we met for a purpose
I you ain't ashamed cause the time wasn't worthless
I'm

to all my homies gettin my back, I'm never
if I ever dis, raised a fist, I was
caught up in the moment, thought you was my
I saw in you for a minute, and I wanted
to fight me, I was mad at self
sometimes it's easier to blame else
without ya'll couldn't the constant demands of livin rap life
It's only right that we together against the restless tides of oppression
I'm firin rhymes like smith n
progression is made a simple step, even jesus wept
I'm lettin ya know too long, these feelings
of my mind, true friends hard to find
now that I let it out, we gotta cousin I'm so sorry