Luyện nghe bài hát Ventilation

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

[DJ On
We this on e ventilation

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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 that county
Picture me getting for a silly hand off
The bullpens fucked up as Willie Randolph See
I could pop a few nickel plated to
It's easier to kill than it is not to
I let the pot
Then the plot
It the job to label you don't fit it and they'll drop you
Finally made a move on I been saw
Sometimes you got to lose the fight if you to win the war
I'm focused on
I'm done seeing my friends in the rearview thing we really closer we are
Fuck the record
No relation or all my admiration just turned aggravation they say
How you sit so long when you classics?
I tell I can't understand it "that's blue magic"
The rap game as is you on some snap shit
Or plan ol' stuck in a different like the brat is
I hear niggas joints and take it WHY
Now everybody want to spit about their lives
Before that was existent
Me I'm an addict with an addition for anything that seems to friction
Maybe I'm in a relationship with bad
What her past the somber maybe I attract drama
Undoubtedly my life is on some VH1
Just adding some salt and to reality while
Other artistes is obsessed with toys
Like lex, coup, beemers, and benz's lost boys
Un I brushing off my shoulder till the chip was going
Left the benz at the dealers 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
Flow is on acid I swear I would have the game mastered if I so busy carrying baggage
Calling god a
Calvin look way different in person then 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 figured I say a prayer for em got on my quick
And realized "I DON'T EVER PRAY I NEED SHIT"
My akin trying to stay low maintains
I'm stuck in hell waiting on blessing no patience
I made the ave hot
Been had as shot
on my jackpot
Always a have not
Always been an under dog little guy try
I think 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
me a sign kind of shock he won't
See I want another baby but my pockets
Normally that 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 for ages do it ever change shit
up igging 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 a bitch
Who why maybe just to be covered
I'm me she her we both had enough of it but leave
We the only ones who put up it
In all areas like my stocks crashing
all these old motherfuckers would stop rapping
Trying to be
Not mad or