Luyện nghe bài hát Ventilation

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

[DJ On
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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 same
Picture me getting for a silly hand off
The bullpens fucked up as Willie Randolph See
I could pop a few plated glocks to
It's easier to kill niggas it is not to
I let the pot
the plot grew
It the labels job to label you don't fit it and they'll you
Finally made a move on something I saw
Sometimes you got to lose the if you trying to win the war
I'm on tomorrow
I'm done seeing my friends in the thing we really closer than we are
the record label
No relation or all my admiration 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 either you on some shit
Or plan ol' stuck in a different decade like the is
I hear joints and take it personal WHY
Now want to spit about their personal lives
Before was none existent
Me I'm an addict with an for anything that seems to cause friction
I'm in a relationship with bad Karma
What her past the somber maybe I attract yeah
Undoubtedly my life is on VH1 shit
adding some salt and pepper to reality while
Other artistes is obsessed more toys
Like lex, coup, beemers, and benz's there lost
Un I kept brushing off my shoulder till the was going
the benz at the dealers till the kit was on
I don't niggas 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 I would have the game mastered if I wasn't so busy carrying baggage
god a bastard
Calvin look way different in person then they had him looking in his
I'm in his casket 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 trying to low maintains
I'm stuck in waiting on blessing with no patience
I done the ave hot
Been had as stab
on my jackpot
Always been a not
been an under dog little guy still try
Cause I think I'm a cow they treat me like I'm milk dry
Juggling and dime I'm walking a fine line
Sometimes you got to just maybe give time, time
Give me a sign kind of shock he
See I want another baby but my don't
Normally that 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 yelling her second language
Why do I it
we been arguing about everything for ages do it ever change shit
Wind up igging each other for the whole
It's a lot of men in this world baby you me like I chose you
We been rocking for years you signed up not a victim you're a volunteer it weird
Not a on occasion still fuck a bitch
Who knows why maybe just to be
I'm me she her we both had of it but won't leave
We the only ones who put up it
In all areas it's my stocks crashing
all these old motherfuckers would stop rapping
Trying to be
Not mad or