Luyện nghe bài hát Until The Nipple's Gone

Ninety-nine of ink on the wall
at the stars, blink and they fall
Stand and shrink, small
Maybe they all 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 black a clown mask
Shred the system, sound
Fall back when my feet ground
Hit the Heathrow tarmac where the pound at?
Self-service, it to go
A lot of for a little bit of dough
Wipe the out the window of the soul
Fish with my from the middle of the snow
running, bound to build something
Even though we all surrounding by hills
Lil young'n, we kill
Come hit us up, you feel the function?
We proof of what you do
if you would have the lead to speak truth
You cute little sheep in a wolf suit
Lost on a rook move,
that of direction, misconception
Get your check and skip the lesson
Get paranoid and protection
Get destroyed by the boy stepped in
nobody gon' stay when the stack cracks
Nowadays they ain't tryna 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
I'm gone you can taste my frozen tracks
My crew stay and we don't relax
Ain't going to sleep, too old for
say go to hell if you're tryna fold some cash
Well ring the bell, there ain't no class
Pot or smack, but know the facts
Spot is packed, who the map?
I'm not convinced, y'all
You're on the tryna choke the bat
I headline shows they hoping that
I get mine, they can go 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 around like a swarm of
and ordinary normal business
And you trying to the visit
But girl's online bout to score some tickets
I was a crumb, I'm a poor decision
I'll die a crumb, I'm it's written
But first I'ma over ornaments
and then bounce 'fore they announce the court's
We all rappers
We all wanna capture stature like any of it
Ass backwards and a of words
Only thing that killing me with 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 like the last chapter
Can't take it for granted, cause when it's
I gotta subject my to the shit I've run
Gotta respect the mess I'm on
So let's get it on until the gone