Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled

1

I
Care what
Thinks a motherfucker
My life began in the
I
I suffer

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

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

It's to trust others
When
wait for you to turn your back to fuck ya

Sistas or
Niggaz don't ya

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

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

(Hook)
If I took my words like they came out
would'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 less

(Repeat x1)

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

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

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

I'm full of
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 thing that I trust.
You can on it (Damn)

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

(Hook x2)

(gunshot)