Luyện nghe bài hát Thankyou.

I been to myself all this, really
So, for of you who know me
And are why

1]

I feel
When I feed in a beat
I can be
I can be
Or go dumb, or up and show off
Or go off, or sew up I'm cut
I can get in a line
And float no one can find (no one can find)
A time doesn't pass
I can laugh, I can cry
for me, I won't lie no more, no more
I mean to bore, if I do
I did my best to make every last little I crafted
So matchless, yet still attached in these raps
It's 50% for me, 50% for you
To tell the truth,
I began to let out emotions
I know when this took up a residency
But it is dense, see, I have
Oh, God, I am but I

I you
I you
I you
For me release
Though you may not be
I you
I you
I you
For me be me
In these you will never hear

you

2]

Just imagine credits rollin' right now, heh

I never been one to boast but it I'm fuck
Off sound, never been wound this shit
I pro found words or wove wit till
I got in the head, no bed
It's led to this and may lead no where
If seeds ain't entertain, I thoroughly care
Apparently I need
I'm weak, may be my peak
I sing bad, I with poor grammar, see
Still my fam kinda my ego
And watch my head
It been that since 14 I began
So in deep, I'm and a demon
Or maybe it's my head, they unique horns, see
I'm in my own
I plan to leave
I'm like a tree that got planted (woo, fuck!)
Got wood
just morning
It kills me, no
I for sport so this may be it, dog
that if I never right wrong
These ain't even
my diary
Or diarrhea, I Sia
You fag rappers, the kid in me to be ya
But I've grow up and out,
Of that stature, no statue, Mano Tia
be a plea of ignorance
The I'm 'bout to push low intensity
Yet immense, the beats
My pitched, I might beat
I passed see, saw
I got a length
My tracks are too damn
Perhaps I'm compensating for
Or maybe I'm in love with the love that comes out of me (gross)
No I don't like... ugh
The I care, the more y'all will, maybe
But I hate me, so I care
I'm nobodies hero, I'm too
Fuck my and rhyme-schemes and all of my beats
is all I—
This is all I been get out
From the song made for this, "K."
To this, 2 years
I it rubbed wrong peeps the wrong way
I want paid mind, I mine and all my time
ships and took physical hits to health
Overworked myself, was it it?
I fear topics I talk about, may not be relevant it drops
So, if I don't up here
Maybe the next day, in more vet rhyme, cause time
I'm turnin' out all of the and finally goin home
Ey Ye,

Thank the birds,
Thank the
And Shannon
And thank the blunt,
the months, May
And thank the
Nah, too many to name, for
But the x, Mark
And Bo
And K.
And the pay, see
And me cause as hard as it may be to imagine
This could've so much worse
So much worse, guys
You've... heard...
Ha