Luyện nghe bài hát Ventilation

[Joe
goes by
on lie
Hopping that it me by
Got a nigga going

[DJ On
We call this on e

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Some wanted to kill me
Got locked up and never found me so my goal is to catch a charge in same county
Picture me getting bumped for a silly off
The fucked up just as Willie Randolph See
I could pop a few plated glocks to
It's easier to niggas than it is not to
I let the pot
the plot grew
It the labels job to you don't fit it and they'll drop you
Finally made a move on something I saw
Sometimes you got to lose the fight if you to win the war
I'm on tomorrow
I'm done seeing my friends in the rearview we really closer than we are
the record label
No relation or correlation all my admiration turned aggravation they say
How you sit so when you spew classics?
I tell niggas I can't it "that's blue magic"
The rap game as is either you on snap shit
Or ol' stuck in a different decade like the brat is
I niggas joints and take it personal WHY
Now everybody want to spit about their personal
Before was none existent
Me I'm an addict with an addition for anything seems to cause friction
I'm in a relationship with bad Karma
What her past the somber maybe I attract yeah
my life is on some VH1 shit
Just adding some salt and pepper to reality
Other artistes is obsessed with more
Like lex, coup, beemers, and there lost boys
Un I kept brushing off my till the chip was going
Left the at the dealers till the kit was on
I feel niggas songs
So while ya'll at the awards I'm loading up on ratches 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 fiasco
So I I say a prayer for em got on my knees quick
And realized "I EVER PRAY UNTIL I NEED SHIT"
My soul trying to stay low maintains
I'm stuck in hell on blessing with no patience
I done the ave hot
Been had as shot
on my jackpot
Always a have not
Always been an under dog little guy try
Cause I I'm a cash cow they treat me like I'm milk dry
Juggling nickels and dime I'm walking a fine
Sometimes you got to just breath give time, time
Give me a sign kind of shock he
See I want another baby but my don't
that wouldn't bother me
Till I wake up and get the paper and read some rich nigga won the
black and shameless
Shorty keep beefing about the same shit almost like her second language
Why do I it
Listen we been arguing about everything for ages do it ever change
Wind up igging each other for the whole
a lot of men in this world baby you chose me like I chose you
We been rocking for years you up your not a victim you're a volunteer it weird
Not a cheater on occasion still a bitch
Who knows why maybe just to be
I'm me she her we both had enough of it but won't
We the ones who put up with it
In all areas it's my stocks crashing
Wishing all these old would stop rapping
to be tasteful
Not mad or