Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled

1

I
Care what
about a motherfucker
My began in the gutter
I
I suffer

The made you crusha
The struggle me tougher
a hole in my head
I need lover

I bring an rubber
CUz this life fuck ya
A heat I do
Stay smokey like Tucker

hard to trust others
When
Can't wait for you to turn back to fuck ya

Sistas or
Niggaz don't ya

And if you tuck a heat
You get dome shuttered

desert?
Wrong,
It's a 4-50 and the wrong color
With a scope on the long
With the get-up
When blood get spit you won't get up
So
get up in my grill
Thinking that you get lit up

(Hook)
If I my words just like they came out
I've been blown my brains out
To get my out
I write like
Just to my stress
I write my shit for the manic
Who give a less

(Repeat x1)

And say...
That my is like the land of the lost
And thoughts of mines can't be bought for any cost
(In this) Motherfucking for wealth
Feels like I can't trust no body but self
(And that?)
Nobody my brain
Nobody else feels my
So they say I'm insane (And else?)

All the I've ever had is gone
All I have is fear of alone
I'd rather be (Why?)

The solitude is like a breath of air
Cuz the truth is no one if I live or die
(But why not?)

I'm of hell
But ask me why
If I die
I know would cry
At my funeral...

Wonder why I speak on so much?
Cuz it's the only thing I trust.
You can on it (Damn)

Sounds cliche but the fact is
All you can count on is and taxes
In life...
(That's up.)

(Hook x2)

(gunshot)