Luyện nghe bài hát Those Days

[Verse: 1 -
Rollin and smoking dro
as pinoccio's nose
That's just the way that it with that money to blow
Banging Wiz on my Bose and m not home
So fuckin' high that I won't even
Hoe I'm not not feeling the floor
Underneath both my anymore
All I know is I'm flying just watch me, circle the world
'Cause I be droppin' upon ya' rain that is fallin'
heaven far into the sky
I move like the waves the tides combined
And finally I arrived
Whether this fact or its life
I'm vexed on the prize 'cause no, we not it light for tonight
The 40's on ice got me so nice
Now whatever the price you can have you like
Quit the reaction
Everyone to my hands like I hold the matches and the gas can
This fatal attraction, to music photographers flashing
Haters all got their scratching, poppin' a gasket
In fact, why we go get you a casket
My is so sick when you blast it, you and your homies be needing a hazmat

[Verse: 2 - Joe

Still reminiscing about the days I had nothin' to phase
But now it's like I'm stuck in limbo never gettin' a
Consumed by all I gotta'
if I afford
To pay my rent or even eat would that be overboard
I know,
Just have a feeling when I'm divine
One day I'll all of the money and the means to provide
The endless in which I dream
For now I'm just by
But in the end our final goal is we can justify
Those faded when I'd blackout with no clue what's going on
Consumed too many
Waking up on my lawn
But something's got to give, one day it'll be all in the
at a rate like this
I don't know how long it's to last

[Verse: 3 - Joe Shambo,
Throughout this
Many I've known have got in, worn out and it was a disaster
Listened to
Which started to create inner doubt everything you mastered
Just know, in this adventure we always have the chance to make our own choice
Either, we use it as the or as the means where our lives will be destroyed
But on the road that road some of us
They tell you challenges define pain
And when used to our tools for how one day we are gonna' proclaim
Smith to the
357 hid under the seat of the classic
Not elaborate
But better than getting pulling a piece from your backpack
Tasked with, whatever I'm matched in
Yes I'm fantastic, you can put nothing me
In fact ain't got no nothing to blast back
Been rapping since of writing on foolscap
Moving like fluid like tides to the
Know my boys got my back in I do
Just and true in all places we move
To provide for harvest you need the fruit