Luyện nghe bài hát Ventilation

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

[DJ On
We this on e ventilation

1:]
Some niggas wanted to me
Got locked up and never found me so my goal is to catch a charge in that county
me getting bumped for a silly hand off
The fucked up just as Willie Randolph See
I could pop a few plated glocks to
easier to kill 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 on something I been saw
Sometimes you got to lose the if you trying to win the war
I'm focused on
I'm done seeing my friends in the rearview thing we closer than 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 niggas I can't it "that's blue magic"
The rap game as is either you on some snap
Or plan ol' stuck in a different like the brat is
I hear niggas and take it personal WHY
Now everybody want to spit 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 is on some VH1 shit
adding some salt and pepper to reality while
Other artistes is obsessed more toys
Like lex, coup, beemers, and benz's lost boys
Un I kept brushing off my shoulder the chip was going
Left the benz at the dealers the kit was on
I don't feel niggas
So while ya'll at the awards I'm loading up on ratches the tip I'm on
Flow is on acid I swear I would have the game mastered if I wasn't so carrying baggage
god a bastard
Calvin look way different in person then they had him in his casket
I'm looking in his 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 EVER PRAY I NEED SHIT"
My soul akin to stay low maintains
I'm stuck in waiting on blessing with no patience
I made the ave hot
Been had as shot
Waiting on my
been a have not
Always been an under dog little guy try
Cause I think I'm a cash cow they me like I'm milk dry
Juggling nickels and dime I'm a fine line
Sometimes you got to just breath give time, time
me a sign kind of shock he won't
See I want another but my pockets don't
that wouldn't bother me
Till I up and get the paper and read some rich nigga won the lottery
black and shameless
Shorty keep beefing about the same shit almost like yelling her language
Why do I it
Listen we been arguing about everything for ages do it ever shit
up igging each other for the whole week
It's a lot of men in this baby you chose me like I chose you
We rocking for years you signed up your 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 enough of it but leave
We the only ones who put up it
In all areas like my stocks crashing
Wishing all these old motherfuckers would stop
Trying to be
Not mad or