Luyện nghe bài hát Until The Nipple's Gone

Ninety-nine bottles of ink on the
Stare at the stars, blink and they
Stand tall and shrink,
they all fell asleep at the mall
Y'all not clear what to a career
Stop the bus, I'm off here
Get down, and got near
Just to watch you drown in them crocodile
Dressed up all black with a clown
Shred the system, clash
Fall back my feet touch ground
Hit the Heathrow tarmac where the pound at?
Self-service, it to go
A lot of work for a bit of dough
Wipe the dirt out the of the soul
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 to speak truth
You look cute little in a wolf suit
Lost on a move, shoot
that sense of direction,
Get your and then skip the lesson
Get and collect protection
Get destroyed by the boy just in
Ain't nobody gon' when the stack cracks
Nowadays they ain't 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 flat
When I'm you can taste my frozen tracks
My crew stay deep and we 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 more
Pot or smack, but know the facts
Spot is packed, who the map?
I'm not convinced, overact
You're on the bench choke the bat
I headline 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 just ants it all collapse
Put both hands up and throw me claps, c'mon

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

We get 'em jumping like a swarm of crickets
and that's ordinary normal
And you trying to the visit
But your girl's online bout to score some
I was born a crumb, I'm a poor
I'll die a crumb, I'm sure it's
But first I'ma over ornaments
and then bounce 'fore they announce the opinion
We all rappers
We all wanna capture like any of it matters
Ass backwards and a of words
Only thing that you're killing me with is
They to cap and call me a backpacker
But was mad I had my mack mastered
Went up the ladder and I the ants
So now I treat each like it's the last chapter
Can't take it for granted, cause when done
I subject my breath to the shit I've run
respect the mess I'm sitting on
So let's get it on until the nipple's