Luyện nghe bài hát Until The Nipple's Gone

Ninety-nine of ink on the wall
Stare at the stars, blink and fall
Stand and shrink, small
Maybe they all asleep at the mall
Y'all not clear what to call a
Stop the bus, I'm hopping off
Get down, snuck and got
Just to watch you drown in crocodile tears
Dressed up all with a clown mask
the system, sound clash
Fall back when my touch ground
Hit the Heathrow tarmac like where the at?
Self-service, it to go
A lot of work for a little bit of
Wipe the out the window of the soul
Fish with my pole from the middle of the
running, bound to build something
Even though we all surrounding by crumbling
Lil young'n, we assumption
Come hit us up, you feel the function?
We proof of you could do
if you would took the lead to speak truth
You cute little sheep in a wolf suit
Lost on a move, shoot
that of direction, misconception
Get your check and then skip the
Get paranoid and protection
Get destroyed by the boy just in
Ain't nobody gon' stay when the cracks
Nowadays they ain't tryna a rat's ass
Hit the gas and mash past the
I wouldn't want it any other way and that
On this tit till it's going
When I'm gone you can taste my frozen
My stay deep and we don't relax
going to sleep, too old for naps
They say go to hell if you're tryna fold some
ring the bell, there ain't no more class
Pot or smack, but don't know the
Spot is packed, who the map?
I'm not convinced, y'all
You're on the tryna choke the bat
I headline that they hoping that
I get mine, they can go cloak and
You had the to hold me back
I advance, fade slow to black
Y'all are just ants it all collapse
Put your hands up and throw me claps, c'mon

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

We get 'em around like a swarm of crickets
and that's ordinary normal
And you trying to the visit
But your girl's bout to score some tickets
I was born a crumb, I'm a poor
I'll die a crumb, I'm it's written
But I'ma smash over ornaments
and then bounce they announce the court's opinion
We all rappers
We all wanna capture like any of it matters
Ass and a lack of words
Only thing that you're killing me is laughter
used to cap and call me a backpacker
But they was mad I had my mastered
up the ladder and I seen the ants
So now I treat each track it's the last chapter
Can't take it for granted, cause when it's
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