Luyện nghe bài hát Trying To Find A Balance

They love the of blood
Now I don't know what that means, but I know I mean it
they're as evil as they seem
Or maybe I only look out the when it's scenic
"Atmosphere made a good record."
Yeah right, that almost sounds convincing
The last time I felt a contradictive as this
Was the last time we a show in Cinnci'
"Get real." they me
If only they knew how this life really gets
They would stop acting like a bitch
would respect the cock whether or not they believed in it
Doesn't take and that's messed up
these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us
While was trying to out-do the last man
I was a ghost trying to catch some Mrs. Pac-Man
ma'am, would you be interested
In some sexual positions and investments
See, I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of
When I be askin', "Yo, did all the passion go?"
East coast, West coast, down South,
everybody knows how to get fresh
Somebody me a big yes (YES!)
God Bless America, but she stole the B "Bless" (Accept it)
Now I'm too fucked up to
So I'ma sit with my hand down the front of my
You can't achieve your goals if you take that chance
So go pry open that and get those amps (You know!)

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In the days of Kings and Queens I was a
Treat me like a God, oh they treat me a leper
You see me move back and between both
I'm trying to a balance
I'm to build a balance

So now I keep a close eye on my
Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and
It's eat, sleep, fuck in self
So straight you can set your clocks and place
Wait, let's prey on blind, deaf, dumb,
Hustle, maybe a couple will love you said
Emcees drag their feet a big naked land
With an empty bag of seed and a fake of hands
Yeah I got some last words, ALL OF YA'LL!
writin' raps and go play volleyball
Gotta journey the in a hurry
my attorney didn't put enough girls on the jury
Guilty of droppin' these bombs in the
But I'm innocent, love is the motive that's why you're 'em
Guilty of my fire in all fifty
But I'm innocent, blame it on my

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In the days of Kings and Queens I was a
Treat me like a God, oh they treat me a leper
You see me move back and forth between
I'm trying to find a
I'm to build a balance

I gotta find my
I find my balance

Now all my are famous
It's either one thing or
They all don't what my name is
know both of my brothers
The one is a hard savior
The other's a workin' soldier
I'm your next door neighbor
Workin' hard at to stay sober
You for the car at the corner
Pretend like you know the pot is
Won't till I hit California
And make you my Golden goddess