Luyện nghe bài hát Ventilation

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

[DJ On
We this on e ventilation

1:]
Some wanted to kill me
Got locked up and never found me so my goal is to catch a charge in that county
Picture me getting bumped for a hand off
The fucked up just as Willie Randolph See
I could pop a few plated glocks 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 made a move on I been saw
you got to lose the fight if you trying to win the war
I'm on tomorrow
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 can't understand it "that's magic"
The rap game as is either you on snap shit
Or plan ol' stuck in a different decade the brat is
I hear niggas joints and 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 seems to cause friction
Maybe I'm in a relationship with bad
What her past the somber maybe I drama yeah
my life is on some VH1 shit
Just adding some salt and pepper to while
Other artistes is obsessed with toys
Like lex, coup, beemers, and benz's there boys
Un I kept brushing off my shoulder till the was going
Left the 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 swear I would have the game mastered if I wasn't so carrying baggage
god a bastard
Calvin look way different in person then 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 figured I say a for em got on my knees quick
And realized "I DON'T EVER PRAY UNTIL I SHIT"
My soul akin to stay low maintains
I'm stuck in waiting on blessing with no patience
I made the ave hot
had as stab shot
Waiting on my
Always been a not
Always been an under dog guy still try
Cause I think I'm a cash cow treat me like I'm milk dry
Juggling nickels and dime I'm walking a line
Sometimes you got to just breath maybe give time,
Give me a sign of shock he won't
See I want another baby but my don't
Normally that wouldn't me
Till I wake up and get the paper and read some nigga won the lottery
Young black and
Shorty keep beefing the same shit almost like yelling her second language
Why do I it
Listen we been arguing everything for ages do it ever change shit
Wind up igging each other for the week
It's a lot of men in this world you chose me like I chose you
We been rocking for you signed up your not a victim you're a volunteer it weird
Not a cheater on 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 ones who put up it
In all areas it's my stocks crashing
Wishing all old motherfuckers would stop rapping
Trying to be
Not mad or