Luyện nghe bài hát Vanity

There we go, we go
I think we're live

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[Verse 1:
All alone, my phone
Back in the zone, been home but gone
Prioritizing life in case I do not live
And finally found some time to sit down and pen this
Might as well try to you how I feel when I feel
And not just when it's time to pay some bills, life is
You can miss it everyday, trying to get a pay
the page with some change
Try to feel a change on my mind
I be thinking about the but
shines everyday but hey
What can I
This is California where the phoneys run up on you
Cause they want you to be just like
I'm on the 'bout to get a swisher from the liquor store
Twist the dro, sit at home, pen a
a chick, get some dome
Play my shit, when I
nobody knows my mental like me
Open my window let you get a peep, peep
My life is simple, yo they the shit is deep. Sheep
Be sleeping on me I finally got some sheets. Please
That's for wifey not hoes that want to ride me
Cause they like me when I'm the beat
"To each his own", niggas say. They gripping
Splitting domes in they song,
I just feel I'm a poem

I can't believe think it's (Vanity)
Even my peeps say (Vanity)
(They it Vanity)
because I'd rather eat in peace
My life's been a bitch like this named(Vanity)
(They it Vanity)
Sitting on my own dick is (Vanity)
And I'm gone, "home sick" is just (Vanity)

2: Blu]

All
Back in the zone. No, wifey at
Been home but boned though
a few dollars to her
Told her get her comb out my
Turn a to a spliff and lift my dome in the air
Above clouds where the rain falls all my home
Like, pain paint balls
it what you want
Niggas cause my faith strong
All I know is no one knows the places that I've
Or faces that I've cry, seen laugh, seen die
Seen eyes my life in all of them
Seen signs of falling but I caught
Will in my wings, halo, I'll haul
To like a new black pope
a debate
I am when I want to be
And flow I'm on the beat
I stroke when I want to; to skeet
the streets
They will fuck you if you
"Keep enemies and homies on the ropes
When supposed to be close"
Poppa told me. And the few know showed me the ropes
Hanging on to be happy, whether lavish or lean
I've seen enough to a boy die nappy
Now a man on a for the God that I am
But actually I'd be me

Is (Vanity)?
My poppa me it was (Vanity)
My old lady it's (Vanity)

Because I'd be all by myself
Instead of with the crowd
If I don't care to be part of gaiety
often say to me, "Don't be so proud."
But how are to know?
I'm high and low
For love that to be my own...