Luyện nghe bài hát Trip on My Words

I woke up in the clothes I was wearing last night
Your a little greasy

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

It easy
all I'm thinking
All the wrong I did sorry just bought a
And these lies I told (Yeah)
And i trip on my
Now I trip on my
And I stay tripping
absurd

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

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

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

3]
Now they wanna my soul, they wanna sell it for gold
But the jokes on them because I have one to hold
My hair's redder the rising sun
Smoking so reefer feel like Cheech and Chong
Off the fucking like a Rastaman
jammin' out like god damn
But I, to the finer things
Like home cooked meals
That's how love feels, you

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

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