Luyện nghe bài hát Trying To Find A Balance

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

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

So now I a close eye on my pets
Because they most of they moves off of instinct and sense
It's eat, sleep, fuck in defense
So straight you can set your clocks and bets
Wait, prey on blind, deaf, dumb, dead
Hustle, maybe a couple will what you said
Emcees drag their feet across a big naked
With an empty bag of seed and a shake of hands
I got some last words, FUCK ALL OF YA'LL!
Stop writin' raps and go volleyball
Gotta the world in a hurry
Cause my attorney didn't put girls on the jury
Guilty of droppin' bombs in the city
But I'm innocent, love is the motive that's why killin 'em
Guilty of settin' my in all fifty
But I'm innocent, it on my equilibrium

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

I find my balance
I find my balance

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