Luyện nghe bài hát Until The Nipple's Gone

Ninety-nine bottles of ink on the
Stare at the stars, blink and fall
tall and shrink, small
Maybe they all asleep at the mall
Y'all not clear to call a career
the bus, I'm hopping off here
Get down, snuck and got
Just to watch you drown in them crocodile
Dressed up all black with a mask
the system, sound clash
Fall back my feet touch ground
Hit the Heathrow tarmac like where the at?
Self-service, it to go
A lot of for a little bit of dough
the dirt out the window of the soul
Fish my pole from the middle of the snow
Still running, bound to build
Even we all surrounding by hills crumbling
Lil young'n, we assumption
hit us up, you wanna feel the function?
We proof of what you do
if you would have the lead to speak truth
You look cute little sheep in a wolf
Lost on a move, shoot
that sense of direction,
Get your check and skip the lesson
Get and collect protection
Get by the boy just stepped in
Ain't nobody stay when the stack cracks
Nowadays ain't tryna save a rat's ass
Hit the gas and past the trash
I wouldn't want it any other way and that's
On tit till 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 the bell, there ain't no more class
Pot or smack, but don't know the
is packed, who owns the map?
I'm not convinced, overact
You're on the tryna choke the bat
I headline that they hoping that
I get mine, they can go and dag'
You had the chance to hold me
I still advance, fade slow to
Y'all are just ants till it all
Put both your up and throw me claps, c'mon

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

We get 'em jumping around like a swarm of
and that's ordinary business
And you trying to ignore the
But your girl's online to score some tickets
I was born a crumb, I'm a decision
I'll die a crumb, I'm it's written
But first I'ma smash 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 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 and I seen the ants
So now I treat track like it's the last chapter
Can't take it for granted, cause when done
I gotta my breath to the shit I've run
Gotta respect the mess I'm on
So let's get it on until the gone