Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled

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

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

I bring an rubber
CUz this will fuck ya
A heat I do
Stay smokey Chris Tucker

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

Sistas or
don't love ya

And if you don't a heat
You get your shuttered

Chrome
Wrong,
a 4-50 tone and the wrong color
With a scope on the barrel
With the infra-red
blood get spit bitch you won't get up
So
Don't get up in my
Thinking that you get lit up

(Hook)
If I took my words just like came out
I've would've been my brains out
To get my out
I like this
Just to ease my
I write my shit for the manic
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 bought for any
(In this) Motherfucking for wealth
Feels like I can't trust no body but self
(And that?)
Nobody my brain
Nobody else my pain
So say I'm insane (And what else?)

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

The solitude is a breath 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 speak on so much?
Cuz it's the only that 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)