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 all fell asleep at the mall
Y'all not clear to call a career
Stop the bus, I'm hopping off
Get down, snuck and got
Just to you drown in them crocodile tears
Dressed up all black a clown mask
Shred the system, clash
Fall back when my 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 dirt out the of the soul
Fish my pole from the middle of the snow
running, bound to build something
Even though we all surrounding by hills
Lil young'n, we assumption
Come hit us up, you wanna the function?
We proof of what you do
if you would have took the to speak truth
You look cute little in a wolf suit
on a rook move, shoot
that sense of direction,
Get your and then skip the lesson
Get and collect protection
Get destroyed by the boy stepped in
Ain't nobody gon' stay when the cracks
Nowadays ain't tryna 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 it's going flat
When I'm you can taste my frozen tracks
My crew stay deep and we don't
Ain't going to sleep, too old for
say go to hell if you're tryna fold some cash
Well ring the bell, ain't no more class
Pot or smack, but don't the facts
Spot is packed, who the map?
I'm not convinced, y'all
on the bench tryna choke the bat
I headline shows that they that
I get mine, they can go and dag'
You had the to hold 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, clap your to what he's doing

We get 'em jumping around like a of crickets
and ordinary normal business
And you to ignore the visit
But your girl's online bout to score some
I was born a crumb, I'm a decision
I'll die a crumb, I'm it's written
But first I'ma smash over
and then bounce 'fore they announce the opinion
We all rappers
We all wanna capture like any of it matters
Ass and a lack of words
Only thing that you're me with is laughter
used to cap and call me a backpacker
But they was mad I had my mastered
Went up the and I seen the ants
So now I each track like it's the last chapter
Can't take it for granted, cause when done
I gotta subject my breath to the I've run
Gotta respect the mess I'm on
So let's get it on the nipple's gone