Luyện nghe bài hát Ventilation

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

[DJ On
We call on e ventilation

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Some wanted to kill me
Got locked up and found me so my goal is to catch a charge in that same county
Picture me bumped for a silly hand off
The bullpens up just as Willie Randolph See
I could pop a few nickel glocks to
It's easier to kill niggas 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 on something I been saw
Sometimes you got to the fight if you trying to win the war
I'm focused on
I'm done my friends in the rearview thing we really closer than we are
Fuck the record
No relation or correlation all my admiration just aggravation they say
How you sit so long when you classics?
I tell niggas I understand it "that's blue 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 to spit about their personal lives
Before was none existent
Me I'm an addict with an addition for anything that seems to friction
I'm in a relationship with bad Karma
What her past the somber maybe I drama yeah
my life is on some VH1 shit
Just adding some and pepper to reality while
Other artistes is obsessed with more
Like lex, coup, beemers, and benz's there boys
Un I kept brushing off my shoulder the chip was going
Left the benz at the till the kit was on
I don't niggas songs
So ya'll 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 mastered if I wasn't so busy carrying baggage
Calling god a
Calvin look way in person then they had him looking in his casket
I'm in his casket like he had no face
I was at a lost for words fiasco gate
So I figured I say a prayer for em got on my quick
And "I DON'T EVER PRAY UNTIL I NEED SHIT"
My soul akin trying to low maintains
I'm in hell waiting on blessing with no patience
I done the ave hot
Been had as shot
on my jackpot
Always been a not
Always been an under dog little guy try
Cause I I'm a cash cow they treat me like I'm milk dry
Juggling and dime I'm walking a fine line
Sometimes you got to just breath maybe give time,
me a sign kind of shock he won't
See I another baby but my pockets don't
Normally that wouldn't me
Till I wake up and get the paper and read some nigga won the lottery
black and shameless
Shorty beefing about the same shit almost like yelling her second language
Why do I it
Listen we been arguing about for ages do it ever change shit
Wind up igging other for the whole week
It's a lot of men in this baby you chose me like I chose you
We been for years you signed up your not a victim you're a volunteer it weird
Not a cheater on occasion 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 crashing
Wishing all these old would stop rapping
to be tasteful
Not mad or