Luyện nghe bài hát Trip on My Words

I dead-ass woke up in the clothes I was last night
Your a little greasy

1]
Oh god mother, father, believe me
I've been too long
I've takin' it easy
I've been stressin' the situation, no you have to
All the warmth I be it be coming from you
Been my own lab rat, tests for days
Seeing what fuck my mind up and would put me in my place
What would show me my light, and guide me out my
When my finish line was where I began where I

It isn't
Thinking all I'm
All the wrong I did sorry just a business
And these lies that I (Yeah)
And i on my words
Now I trip on my
And then I stay
absurd

Wanna, make it, wanna shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I won't fall
been the best writer, not been good with these words
But I'm really writing just to show what I am and where I

Wanna make it, wanna shoot for the
God make it so I won't fall short
Haven't been the best writer, not been good with these words But I'm really writing just to show I am worth

2]
Throw it way back when, when my diet was
Pissing of my mom and pop, still callin' me
I've been dodging all the drama, smoking in
I've been missing all the action, being higher than
Like Goodyear running so fast with these wings on
out my bands and I got me my Scot song
Voice got since the seven-old
me in my eyes, man
This boy is grown

3]
Now they wanna take my soul, they wanna it for gold
But the jokes on them because I don't one to hold
My redder than the rising sun
Smoking so much feel like Cheech and Chong
Off the fucking ganja a Rastaman
Still out like god damn
But I, stick to the things
Momma home cooked meals
That's how feels, you bitch

Wanna it, wanna shoot for the stars
Please God it so I won't fall short
Haven't been the best writer not been good these words
But I'm really writing to show what I am and where I wanna

Wanna make it, wanna shoot for the
Please God it so I won't fall short
been the best writer not been good with these words
But I'm really really really really really really wanna