Luyện nghe bài hát Until The Nipple's Gone

Ninety-nine bottles of ink on the
at the stars, blink and they fall
Stand and shrink, small
they all fell asleep at the mall
Y'all not what to call a career
Stop the bus, I'm hopping off
Get down, snuck and got
Just to watch you drown in them tears
Dressed up all with a clown mask
the system, sound clash
Fall back when my feet touch
Hit the Heathrow tarmac where the pound at?
Self-service, it to go
A lot of for a little bit of dough
Wipe the dirt out the of the soul
Fish with my pole from the middle of the
Still running, bound to something
Even though we all by hills crumbling
Lil young'n, we kill
Come hit us up, you feel the function?
We of what you could do
if you would have the lead to speak truth
You look little sheep in a wolf suit
on a rook move, shoot
that sense of direction,
Get your check and then skip the
Get paranoid and protection
Get destroyed by the boy just in
Ain't nobody stay when the stack cracks
Nowadays they tryna save a rat's ass
Hit the gas and mash past the
I wouldn't want it any other way and that's
On this tit till it's going
When I'm gone you can my frozen tracks
My crew stay deep and we don't
Ain't going to sleep, too old for
They say go to if you're tryna fold some cash
Well ring the bell, ain't no more class
Pot or smack, but don't know the
Spot is packed, who owns the
I'm not convinced, overact
You're on the tryna choke the bat
I shows that they hoping that
I get mine, can go cloak and dag'
You had the to hold me back
I advance, fade slow to black
Y'all are ants till it all collapse
Put both your hands up and me claps, c'mon

Clap, clap, clap, everybody
Clap, clap, clap your hands to what he's

We get 'em jumping like a swarm of crickets
and that's ordinary business
And you trying to ignore the
But your online bout to score some tickets
I was a crumb, I'm a poor decision
die a crumb, I'm sure it's written
But first I'ma smash over
and then bounce 'fore they the court's opinion
We all rapper
We all wanna stature like any of it matters
Ass backwards and a of words
Only thing that you're killing me is laughter
They used to cap and call me a
But they was mad I had my mack
Went up the and I seen the ants
So now I treat each track like it's the chapter
Can't take it for granted, cause when done
I subject my breath to the shit I've run
Gotta the mess I'm sitting on
So let's get it on the nipple's gone