Luyện nghe bài hát Ventilation

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

[DJ On
We call on e ventilation

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Some wanted to kill me
Got locked up and never found me so my goal is to a charge in that same county
Picture me getting for a silly hand off
The bullpens fucked up just as Randolph See
I could pop a few nickel plated to
It's easier to kill 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 a move 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 correlation all my just turned aggravation they say
How you sit so long when you classics?
I tell I can't understand it "that's blue magic"
The rap game as is either you on some shit
Or plan ol' stuck in a different decade like the is
I hear niggas joints and it personal WHY
Now want to spit about their personal lives
Before that was existent
Me I'm an with an addition for anything that seems to cause friction
Maybe I'm in a relationship with bad
her past the somber maybe I attract drama yeah
Undoubtedly my life is on VH1 shit
Just adding some and pepper to reality while
Other is obsessed with more toys
Like lex, coup, beemers, and there lost boys
Un I kept brushing off my shoulder the chip was going
Left the at the dealers till the kit was on
I don't feel 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 game mastered if I so busy carrying baggage
god a bastard
Calvin look way different in person they had him looking in his casket
I'm looking in his casket like he had no
I was at a for words like fiasco gate
So I I say a prayer for em got on my knees quick
And realized "I EVER PRAY UNTIL I NEED SHIT"
My akin trying to stay low maintains
I'm stuck in hell waiting on blessing with no
I made the ave hot
had as stab shot
Waiting on my
Always been a not
been an under dog little guy still try
Cause I 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 breath maybe time, time
Give me a sign kind of he won't
See I want another baby but my don't
that wouldn't bother me
Till I wake up and get the and read some rich nigga won the lottery
Young black and
Shorty keep beefing about the same shit almost yelling her second language
Why do I it
Listen we been arguing about everything for ages do it change shit
Wind up igging other for the whole week
a lot of men in this world baby you chose me like I chose you
We been rocking for years you signed up your not a victim you're a volunteer it
Not a cheater on occasion fuck a bitch
Who knows why maybe to be covered
I'm me she her we both had enough of it but won't
We the ones who put up with it
In all areas it's like my crashing
Wishing all these old motherfuckers would rapping
to be tasteful
Not mad or