Luyện nghe bài hát Until The Nipple's Gone

Ninety-nine bottles of ink on the
Stare at the stars, blink and fall
Stand and shrink, small
Maybe they all fell at the mall
Y'all not clear to call a career
Stop the bus, I'm off here
Get down, and got near
Just to you drown in them crocodile tears
Dressed up all with a clown mask
Shred the system, clash
Fall back when my feet touch
Hit the Heathrow tarmac like the pound at?
Self-service, it to go
A lot of work for a little bit of
Wipe the dirt out the of the soul
Fish with my from the middle of the snow
Still running, bound to build
though we all surrounding by hills crumbling
Lil young'n, we kill
Come hit us up, you wanna the function?
We of what you could do
if you would have took the lead to speak
You look little sheep in a wolf suit
on a rook move, shoot
that of direction, misconception
Get your check and then the lesson
Get paranoid and collect
Get by the boy just stepped in
Ain't nobody gon' stay when the cracks
Nowadays they tryna save a rat's ass
Hit the gas and past the trash
I wouldn't it any other way and that's that
On tit till it's going flat
When I'm gone you can my frozen tracks
My crew stay deep and we don't
Ain't to sleep, too old for naps
They say go to hell if tryna fold some cash
Well ring the bell, there no more class
Pot or smack, but know the facts
Spot is packed, who owns the
I'm not convinced, y'all
You're on the tryna choke the bat
I shows that they hoping that
I get mine, they can go cloak and
You had the chance to me back
I still advance, slow to black
Y'all are ants till it all collapse
Put both your hands up and throw me claps,

Clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap your hands to what doing

We get 'em around like a swarm of crickets
and that's ordinary normal
And you to ignore the visit
But your girl's online bout to score tickets
I was born a crumb, I'm a poor
die a crumb, I'm sure it's written
But first I'ma over ornaments
and then bounce they announce the court's opinion
We all rapper
We all wanna capture stature like any of it
Ass and a lack of words
Only thing that you're killing me is laughter
They used to cap and me a backpacker
But was mad I had my mack mastered
up the ladder and I seen the ants
So now I treat track like it's the last chapter
Can't take it for granted, when it's done
I gotta subject my breath to the shit run
Gotta the mess I'm sitting on
So let's get it on the nipple's gone