Luyện nghe bài hát Until The Nipple's Gone

Ninety-nine bottles of ink on the
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 hopping off
Get down, and got near
Just to you drown in them crocodile tears
up all black with a clown mask
Shred the system, sound
Fall when 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 pole from the middle of the
Still running, bound to something
Even though we all surrounding by crumbling
Lil young'n, we kill
Come hit us up, you wanna feel the
We of what you could do
if you would took the lead to speak truth
You look cute little sheep in a wolf
Lost on a move, shoot
sense of direction, misconception
Get your check and then skip the
Get paranoid and collect
Get destroyed by the boy stepped in
Ain't nobody gon' stay when the stack
Nowadays they ain't tryna a rat's ass
Hit the gas and past the trash
I wouldn't want it any way and that's that
On this tit till it's flat
When I'm gone you can taste my tracks
My stay deep and we don't relax
Ain't going to sleep, too old for
They say go to hell if you're tryna fold cash
Well ring the bell, there ain't no class
Pot or smack, but don't the facts
Spot is packed, who the map?
I'm not convinced, overact
on the bench tryna choke the bat
I shows that they hoping that
I get mine, they can go cloak and
You had the chance to me back
I advance, fade slow to black
Y'all are just ants till it all
Put both your hands up and me claps, c'mon

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

We get 'em around like a swarm of crickets
and that's ordinary normal
And you trying to ignore the
But your girl's online to score some tickets
I was a crumb, I'm a poor decision
I'll die a crumb, I'm sure written
But first smash over ornaments
and then bounce 'fore announce the court's opinion
We all rappers
We all wanna capture like any of it matters
Ass backwards and a lack of
Only that you're killing me with is laughter
They used to cap and call me a
But they was mad I had my mack
up the ladder and I seen the ants
So now I treat track like it's the last chapter
Can't take it for granted, cause it's 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 nipple's