Luyện nghe bài hát Traveling Man

(Chorus)
Memories don't like people do, they always remember you,
Whether things are good or bad, it's the memories.
Memories don't like people do baby don't forget me
I'm a man, moving through places space and time,
Got a lot of I got to do,
But lord willing I'm coming to you, baby boo,
I'm a man, moving through places space and time,
Got a lot of I got to do
But god willing I'm back to you, baby boo.

(Verse 1)
Ye I keep my packed, always back on the road,
Headed back to girl right after the show,
But now I got clothes, hoes, piff, and kicks,
twist a couple spiffs while I'm in the whip,
First thing I need the gas, hit the pump the tank up,
my homie at the register to stay up,
I'm on the parkway feeling the straight month,
Going through the tunnel bout to up,
Phone gets up, tunes turned way up the max,
Hit the L twice pass it to the back breath,
My coming in from recreation,
Ain't no or hesitation, trying to catch my respiration,
I never had no patience, so I'm hardly ever waiting,
Just creating making, with creative preparation,
Sink all cats with false representation,
Two bigger maybe need some translation,
boy figurative language,
And there, that ain't shit
(uh) You feel me? The high and I'm gone.

(Chorus)
Memories don't live like people do, they always you,
Whether things are good or bad, it's the memories.
Memories don't live people do baby don't forget me
I'm a traveling man, moving through places and time,
Got a lot of I got to do,
But lord willing I'm back to you, baby boo,
I'm a man, moving through places space and time,
Got a lot of I got to do
But god willing I'm coming back to you, boo.

(Verse 2)
My plane coming and I'm happy to land,
time I got to go my girl grabbing my hand,
Trying to pull me to her, and as mad as I am,
I gotta this money I'm a traveling man,
So through airplane, boat, or in a van,
Baby I'ma back to you as fast as I can,
It don't what I gotta do,
I gotta follow you,
Love is what I'm to,
And ever do I through,
So ima put it all on you,
Just that I ain't got a clue,
But baby i be you copping you some Prada shoes,
Hurt me when I the news,
The doctor is in the trying to heal the sick,
But all chances is impossible,
Giving the like literature spitting the verse,
For all of who live in the Berg,
I travel the the land and the sea,
Here to up your mind,
Just me the key.

(Chorus)
Memories don't live like people do, they remember you,
Whether things are good or bad, just the memories.
Memories don't like people do baby don't forget me
I'm a traveling man, moving places space and time,
Got a lot of I got to do,
But lord willing I'm back to you, baby boo,
I'm a traveling man, moving through places and time,
Got a lot of I got to do
But god willing I'm coming back to you, boo.