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, please me
been waiting too long
I've been takin' it
I've stressin' with the situation, no you have to
All the I be having it be coming from you
Been my own lab rat, tests for days
Seeing what would fuck my mind up and put me in my place
What show me my light, and guide me out my dark
When my line was where I began where I start

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

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

Wanna make it, wanna shoot for the
Please God make it so I 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
been 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 and I got me my Scot song
Voice got since the seven-old
me in my eyes, man
This boy is fully

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

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