Luyện nghe bài hát The Liner Notes

One-liner flow, see it in my notes
The kind of ideas make it seem like the thoughts
Three hundred and sixty-five nights, I the high life
Pool side, made my own terms lonely nights
(See 'em all my dogs out here right now)

Born our own flow, they say old soul with kid's
Still draw from my torso for enemies by any
I seen it's worth, a curse, snakes and centipedes
Venomous, seems the safe place is Venice Beach
(Back home, here)

I try to my rights, I try to right my wrongs
I try to write my songs, shine lights but the is gone
becomes the encore
Can't tell the date or state because I'm on

A young kid pumping De La Soul, I live, you could say, no go
Sixteen, not a day, no flow, I grew up a nervous
Some headed for greatness, serve as waiters

Some nameless, others was
And straps ain't famous, that ain't stainless
High haters, peace signs, see you
for no reason, quit trying, it's breezy

Easy target, walked up in Gators (Step, step)
Origin Lost Angels, support
Four-finger discounts, an ounce my fortress
of my get-down, live from Belgium stages

L.A. made 'em, L.A. 'em, and L.A. saved 'em
It's back to the Beach, bitch, where Taylor raised 'em
My mama of Sarah Palin, with no gat from Russia
Looking back "Quit playing," Ev' is here staying

I won't change
forgive me for all of my sins
But I change nothing