Luyện nghe bài hát Ventilation

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

[DJ On
We call this on e

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Some niggas wanted to me
Got locked up and never found me so my goal is to catch a charge in that same
Picture me getting for a silly hand off
The bullpens fucked up as Willie Randolph See
I could pop a few nickel glocks to
easier to kill niggas than it is not to
I let the pot
Then the grew
It the labels job to label you fit it and they'll drop you
Finally a move on something 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 we really closer than we are
Fuck the record
No or correlation all my admiration just turned aggravation they say
How you sit so long when you spew
I tell niggas I can't it "that's blue magic"
The rap as is either 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 personal lives
Before that was existent
Me I'm an addict with an addition for anything that to cause friction
Maybe I'm in a with bad Karma
What her past the somber I attract drama yeah
Undoubtedly my life is on some VH1
Just adding some salt and pepper to while
artistes is obsessed with more toys
Like lex, coup, beemers, and benz's there lost
Un I kept brushing off my shoulder till the 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 I swear I would have the game mastered if I wasn't so busy carrying baggage
Calling god a
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 lost for words like fiasco
So I figured I say a prayer for em got on my knees
And realized "I DON'T EVER PRAY UNTIL I SHIT"
My soul akin trying to low maintains
I'm stuck in hell waiting on blessing with no
I made the ave hot
Been had as stab
on my jackpot
Always a have not
Always an under dog little guy still try
I think I'm a cash cow they treat me like I'm milk dry
Juggling nickels and dime I'm walking a 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 and read some rich nigga won the lottery
Young and shameless
Shorty beefing about the same shit almost like yelling her second 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 still fuck a bitch
Who knows why maybe just to be
I'm me she her we had enough of it but won't leave
We the ones 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