Luyện nghe bài hát Trying To Find A Balance

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

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In the of Kings and Queens 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 trying to find a
I'm trying to 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 defense
So straight you can set your clocks and bets
Wait, let's prey on blind, deaf, dumb,
Hustle, maybe a couple will what you said
Emcees drag their feet across a big naked
With an bag of seed and a fake shake of hands
Yeah I got some last words, ALL OF YA'LL!
Stop writin' raps and go play
journey the world in a hurry
Cause my attorney didn't put girls on the jury
Guilty of droppin' these in the city
But I'm innocent, love is the motive that's why killin '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 I was a jester
Treat me like a God, oh they treat me a leper
You see me back and forth between both
I'm trying to a balance
I'm trying to a balance

I gotta find my
I gotta find my

Now all my are famous
either one thing or another
They all know what my name is
Probably know of my brothers
The one is a hard workin'
The other's a hard workin'
I'm just your next neighbor
Workin' at tryin' to stay sober
You wait for the car at the
Pretend you know what the pot is
Won't quit till I hit
And make you my Golden goddess