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

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

Wanna, make it, wanna shoot for the stars
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 what I am and where I wanna

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

2]
Throw it way back when, when my diet was
Pissing of my mom and pop, still me shit
I've been all the drama, smoking in public
I've been all the action, being higher than bliss
Like some 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 fully

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

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

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 these
But I'm really really really really really really really