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 fell asleep at the
Y'all not what to call a career
Stop the bus, I'm off here
Get down, snuck and got
Just to watch you drown in crocodile tears
Dressed up all black a clown mask
Shred the system, sound
Fall back when my feet touch
Hit the Heathrow tarmac like where the at?
Self-service, it to go
A lot of for a little bit of dough
Wipe the dirt out the window of the
Fish with my pole from the of the snow
Still running, bound to build
Even we all surrounding by hills crumbling
Lil young'n, we assumption
Come hit us up, you wanna feel the
We proof of you could do
if you have took the lead to speak truth
You look cute little sheep in a wolf
on a rook move, shoot
that sense of direction,
Get your check and skip the lesson
Get and collect protection
Get destroyed by the boy just in
Ain't nobody gon' when the stack cracks
Nowadays ain't tryna save a rat's ass
Hit the gas and mash the trash
I wouldn't want it any way and that's that
On this tit it's going flat
When I'm you can taste my frozen tracks
My crew stay deep and we relax
Ain't to sleep, too old for naps
They say go to hell if you're tryna fold cash
Well ring the bell, there no more class
Pot or smack, but don't the facts
Spot is packed, who the map?
I'm not convinced, overact
You're on the bench choke the bat
I headline shows that hoping that
I get mine, can go cloak and dag'
You had the chance to me back
I still advance, slow to black
Y'all are just till it all collapse
Put both hands up and throw me claps, c'mon

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

We get 'em jumping around a swarm of crickets
and ordinary normal business
And you to ignore the visit
But your online 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 first smash over ornaments
and then bounce 'fore they announce the opinion
We all rappers
We all wanna stature like any of it matters
Ass backwards and a lack of
Only thing that you're killing me is laughter
They to cap and call me a backpacker
But they was mad I had my mack
Went up the ladder and I seen the
So now I treat each like it's the last chapter
Can't take it for granted, cause when it's
I gotta my breath to the shit I've run
Gotta the mess I'm sitting on
So let's get it on until the nipple's