Luyện nghe bài hát Ventilation

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

[DJ On
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Some wanted to kill me
Got up and never found me so my goal is to catch a charge in that same county
Picture me bumped for a silly hand off
The bullpens fucked up just as Randolph See
I could pop a few plated glocks to
It's easier to kill than it is not to
I let the pot
Then the plot
It the labels job to you don't fit it and they'll drop you
Finally made a move on I been saw
you got to lose 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
Fuck the record
No relation or correlation all my just turned aggravation they say
How you sit so when you spew classics?
I tell niggas I can't understand it "that's magic"
The rap game as is you on some snap shit
Or plan ol' in a different decade like the brat is
I hear joints and take it personal 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 the somber maybe I attract drama yeah
Undoubtedly my is on some VH1 shit
Just adding some salt and to reality while
Other artistes is obsessed with toys
Like lex, coup, beemers, and there lost boys
Un I brushing off my shoulder till the chip was going
the benz at the dealers till the kit was on
I feel niggas songs
So while ya'll at the 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
Calling god a
look way different 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 fiasco gate
So I I say a prayer for em got on my knees quick
And realized "I DON'T EVER UNTIL I NEED SHIT"
My soul trying to stay low maintains
I'm stuck in hell waiting on blessing with no
I done the ave hot
Been had as stab
on my jackpot
Always been a not
Always been an under dog guy still try
Cause I think I'm a cash cow they me like I'm milk dry
Juggling nickels and I'm walking a fine line
Sometimes you got to breath maybe give time, time
Give me a sign kind of shock he
See I another baby but my pockets don't
that wouldn't bother me
Till I wake up and get the and read some rich nigga won the lottery
Young 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 change
Wind up igging each 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 on occasion still fuck 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 who put up with it
In all areas it's like my stocks
all these old motherfuckers would stop rapping
Trying to be
Not mad or