Luyện nghe bài hát Trip on My Words

I dead-ass woke up in the clothes I was last night
boy's a little greasy

1]
Oh god mother, father, please me
I've waiting too long
I've been takin' it
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, tests for days
Seeing what would fuck my up and would put me in my place
What would show me my light, and me out my dark
When my line was where I began where I start

It easy
Thinking all I'm
All the I did sorry just bought a business
And lies that I told (Yeah)
And i trip on my
Now I on my words
And I stay tripping
absurd

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

Wanna it, wanna shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I won't 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 me shit
been dodging all the drama, smoking in public
I've been all the action, being higher than bliss
Like some Goodyear running so fast with these 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 grown

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

Wanna make it, wanna for the stars
Please God it so I won't fall short
Haven't been the best writer not been good with these
But I'm writing just 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