Luyện nghe bài hát Until The Nipple's Gone

Ninety-nine bottles of ink on the
Stare at the stars, blink and they
Stand and shrink, small
Maybe they all fell asleep at the
Y'all not clear what to call a
the bus, I'm hopping off here
Get down, and got near
Just to you drown in them crocodile tears
Dressed up all black with a mask
the system, sound clash
Fall when my feet touch ground
Hit the Heathrow like 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 pole the middle of the snow
Still running, to build something
though we all surrounding by hills crumbling
Lil young'n, we assumption
Come hit us up, you wanna feel the
We of what you could do
if you would have took the lead to speak
You cute little sheep in a wolf suit
Lost on a move, shoot
sense of direction, misconception
Get your and then skip the lesson
Get and collect protection
Get destroyed by the boy stepped in
Ain't gon' stay when the stack cracks
Nowadays they ain't tryna a rat's ass
Hit the gas and mash the trash
I wouldn't it any other way and that's that
On this tit till going flat
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 fold some cash
Well ring the bell, 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 bench tryna the bat
I headline shows that they that
I get mine, they can go and dag'
You had the chance to hold me
I still advance, fade to black
Y'all are just till it all collapse
Put both your hands up and throw me claps,

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

We get 'em jumping around like a of crickets
and that's normal business
And you trying to the visit
But your online bout to score some tickets
I was born a crumb, I'm a decision
I'll die a crumb, I'm sure written
But first I'ma smash ornaments
and then bounce 'fore they announce the opinion
We all rapper
We all wanna capture like any of it matters
Ass and a lack of words
thing that you're killing me with is laughter
They to cap and call me a backpacker
But they was mad I had my mack
Went up the ladder and I the ants
So now I treat each track like the last chapter
Can't take it for granted, when it's done
I gotta subject my breath to the I've run
respect the mess I'm sitting on
So get it on until the nipple's gone