Luyện nghe bài hát Until The Nipple's Gone

Ninety-nine of ink on the wall
Stare at the stars, and they fall
Stand and shrink, small
they all fell asleep at the mall
Y'all not clear what to a career
Stop the bus, I'm hopping off
Get down, snuck and got
Just to watch you drown in them crocodile
up all black with a clown mask
Shred the system, sound
Fall back when my feet ground
Hit the Heathrow like where the pound at?
Self-service, it to go
A lot of work for a little bit of
Wipe the dirt out the window of the
Fish with my from the middle of the snow
running, bound to build something
Even though we all surrounding by crumbling
Lil young'n, we assumption
Come hit us up, you wanna the function?
We proof of you could do
if you would have took the lead to truth
You cute little sheep in a wolf suit
Lost on a rook move,
that of direction, misconception
Get check and then skip the lesson
Get paranoid and collect
Get destroyed by the boy stepped in
Ain't nobody gon' when the stack cracks
Nowadays they tryna save a rat's ass
Hit the gas and mash past the
I want it any other way and that's that
On this tit till going flat
When I'm you can taste my frozen tracks
My stay deep and we don't relax
Ain't going to sleep, too old for
They say go to hell if you're fold some cash
Well the bell, there ain't no more class
Pot or smack, but know the facts
is packed, who owns the map?
I'm not convinced, overact
You're on the bench tryna the bat
I headline shows that hoping that
I get mine, they can go and dag'
You had the chance to me back
I still advance, fade to black
are just ants till it all collapse
Put both your hands up and throw me claps,

Clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap your to what he's doing

We get 'em jumping around like a of crickets
and that's normal business
And you to ignore the visit
But your girl's bout to score some tickets
I was a crumb, I'm a poor decision
I'll die a crumb, I'm sure written
But first I'ma smash ornaments
and then bounce 'fore they announce the opinion
We all rappers
We all wanna capture stature like any of it
Ass backwards and a lack of
Only thing that you're killing me with is
used to cap and call me a backpacker
But they was mad I had my mack
Went up the ladder and I the ants
So now I treat each track like it's the chapter
take it for granted, cause when it's done
I gotta subject my breath to the I've run
Gotta the mess I'm sitting on
So let's get it on the nipple's gone