Luyện nghe bài hát Team

Did you lie to him since you were
he holding up? Evanie
Do you cling to him you would on to me?
Bet he needs you more than I,
Did you hide your neck to save him from his
I know how feels, Evanie
Every chance you take you make me to flee
you see?

You move on
I you'll be fine
Whenever you
I'll be your
And you're alone
And his love is
Maybe see that
Your company was the
for him—your sin

Little old me, I my world was progressive
'Cause my president was black, twenty-five on the dresser
I had trip on my back, and a bulletproof vest
Inside my uncle John's Toyota was a Crayola

(Gimme mic, nigga)
I got a hard time, I gotta myself
The way I through a room full of suits, ain't no
no Constitution, I hate uniforms
I hate handcuffs, I stand up (shut up, nigga)

throw me in the crowd and tell me, "Boy, I'd lose that smile"
But see, I got it from my dad and the reason why we had

I my black fist, I got big lips
I'm as Samson, they cut my fuckin' locks
I my fuckin' strength, fuck

I'm out of zips
My life been feelin' tense, I be on the fence
I put my phone on airplane mode 'cause I'm on
I a lot of patience, I need a lot of silence

I hope holy water burn me 'cause I ain't worth this life
I ain't worth the light of day, but for I light the way
Nude along the banister, kitchen smell of
Swimmin' in my Wranglers, I am another

Ooh,
Soon,
No, no, no, no, no, no