Luyện nghe bài hát Ventilation

[Joe
Time by
on lie
Hopping it gets me by
Got a going crazy

[DJ On
We call on e ventilation

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Some wanted to kill me
Got locked up and found me so my goal is to catch a charge in that same county
Picture me getting bumped for a silly off
The bullpens fucked up just as Willie See
I pop a few nickel plated glocks to
easier to kill niggas than it is not to
I let the pot
the plot grew
It the labels job to label you fit it and they'll drop you
made a move on something I been saw
Sometimes you got to lose the if you trying to win the war
I'm on tomorrow
I'm done seeing my in the rearview thing we really closer than we are
the record label
No relation or all my admiration just turned aggravation they say
How you sit so long you spew classics?
I tell niggas I can't understand it "that's magic"
The rap game as is either you on some snap
Or plan ol' stuck in a different decade like the is
I niggas joints and take it personal WHY
Now everybody want to spit about personal lives
Before that was existent
Me I'm an addict with an addition for that seems to cause friction
Maybe I'm in a relationship bad Karma
What her past the somber maybe I drama yeah
Undoubtedly my life is on VH1 shit
Just adding some salt and pepper to reality
Other artistes is with more toys
Like lex, coup, beemers, and benz's there lost
Un I kept brushing off my till the chip was going
Left the at the dealers till the kit was on
I don't feel songs
So while ya'll at the awards I'm up on ratches that's the tip I'm on
is on acid I swear I would have the game mastered if I wasn't so busy carrying baggage
Calling god a
Calvin look way in person then they had him looking in his casket
I'm looking in his like he had no face
I was at a lost for words like gate
So I figured I say a for em got on my knees quick
And realized "I DON'T PRAY UNTIL I NEED SHIT"
My soul akin trying to low maintains
I'm stuck in hell waiting on blessing no patience
I made the ave hot
had as stab shot
Waiting on my
been a have not
Always been an under dog guy still try
Cause I think I'm a cash cow treat me like I'm milk dry
Juggling and dime I'm walking a fine line
Sometimes you got to just breath give time, time
Give me a sign of shock he won't
See I want another but my pockets don't
that wouldn't bother me
Till I wake up and get the paper and some rich nigga won the lottery
black and shameless
Shorty keep beefing about the same almost like yelling her second language
Why do I it
Listen we been arguing about everything for do it ever change shit
Wind up igging other for the whole week
It's a lot of men in this world baby you me like I chose you
We been rocking for years you signed up not a victim you're a volunteer it weird
Not a cheater on occasion still a bitch
Who knows why just to be covered
I'm me she her we both had of it but won't leave
We the only ones who put up it
In all areas it's like my stocks
all these old motherfuckers would stop rapping
Trying to be
Not mad or