Luyện nghe bài hát Ventilation

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

[DJ On
We this on e ventilation

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Some niggas wanted to me
Got locked up and never found me so my is to catch a charge in that same county
Picture me bumped for a silly hand off
The bullpens fucked up just as Willie See
I could pop a few plated glocks to
It's easier to niggas than it is not to
I let the pot
Then the grew
It the labels job to you don't fit it and they'll drop you
Finally made a move on I been saw
Sometimes you got to the fight if you trying to win the war
I'm focused on
I'm seeing my friends 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 snap shit
Or plan ol' stuck in a decade like the brat is
I hear joints and take it personal WHY
Now everybody to spit about their personal lives
Before was none existent
Me I'm an addict with an addition for anything that to cause friction
Maybe I'm in a relationship bad Karma
What her past the somber maybe I attract drama
Undoubtedly my life is on VH1 shit
Just adding some salt and pepper to while
Other artistes is with more toys
Like lex, coup, beemers, and there lost boys
Un I kept off my shoulder till the chip was going
Left the benz at the till the kit was on
I don't feel songs
So while at the awards I'm loading up on ratches that's the tip I'm on
Flow is on acid I swear I would have the game mastered if I wasn't so busy baggage
god a bastard
Calvin look way different in person then they had him in his casket
I'm in his casket like he had no face
I was at a for words like fiasco gate
So I figured I say a prayer for em got on my quick
And realized "I DON'T PRAY UNTIL I NEED SHIT"
My soul akin trying to stay low
I'm stuck in hell on blessing with no patience
I done the ave hot
Been had as shot
on my jackpot
Always been a not
Always been an dog little guy still try
Cause I I'm a cash cow they treat me like I'm milk dry
nickels and dime I'm walking a fine line
Sometimes you got to just maybe give time, time
Give me a sign kind of shock he
See I want another but my pockets don't
Normally that wouldn't me
Till I wake up and get the paper and read some rich nigga won the
black and shameless
Shorty beefing about the same shit almost like yelling her second language
Why do I it
Listen we been about everything for ages do it ever change shit
Wind up each other for the whole week
It's a lot of men in world baby you chose me like I chose you
We been rocking for you signed up your not a victim you're a volunteer it weird
Not a cheater on occasion still fuck a
Who knows why maybe just to be
I'm me she her we had enough of it but won't leave
We the only who put up with it
In all it's like my stocks crashing
Wishing all these old motherfuckers would rapping
Trying to be
Not mad or