Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled

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I
Care another
about a motherfucker
My life in the gutter
I
Therefore I

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

I an extra rubber
CUz this life fuck ya
A heat I do
smokey like Chris Tucker

It's hard to others
When
Can't for you to turn your back to fuck ya

or brothas
Niggaz don't ya

And if you tuck a heat
You get your dome

desert?
Wrong,
It's a 4-50 tone and the color
With a on the long barrel
With the infra-red
When blood get spit bitch you get up
So
get up in my grill
Thinking you won't get lit up

(Hook)
If I took my words just they came out
I've been blown my brains out
To get my out
I write this
to ease my stress
I write my shit for the depressed
Who give a fuck

(Repeat x1)

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

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

The solitude is like a of fresh air
Cuz the is no one cares 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 on death so much?
Cuz it's the only thing I trust.
You can on it (Damn)

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

(Hook x2)

(gunshot)