Luyện nghe bài hát Vizine

Why me? Why why me?
Why do I look up and see my
Am I
But why do my peak look it's out of my reach?
Why can't I trust what I

1]
My scene just a scene
Got the high beams and the sirens,
My we could buy teams
Talking dirty money? the hygienes
All the money get dry cleaned
dirty money, say I'm rasting
All my goons kidnap offsprings while I was working on my golf swing
Oh, sweet dreams, nightmares
It's a world, I got an ice grill
No one man should have all that power if he can't afford to pay the light
I got a forcefield over my
The seal with no door key
I'm pills to feel more me
Cut off the wings now I'm
And I feel like poor me
I'd rather feel the old me
I was born wheels and I roll deep
I make the devil get cold feet
Don't like the clove unless it's four
Get a pussy wetter than a reef
On my face I me a Fleur de Lis
Should I get it covered with a leaf?
I could tell you better than you me
I could show you better than you me
I'm an OG up in OT and it's no till it's roast beef
I not hear a Little Bo-Peep
go figure, better go deep
Pass no judgement, your weed
I'm the nigga, no goatee

Why me? Why why me?
Why do I look up and see my
Am I
But why do my look like it's out of my reach?
Why can't I trust I see?

2]
Sipping on like it's herbal
Bad brown bitch, Turtle
On turbo, you don't wanna him
put too much sugar in my Gerber
Damn, I dropped too many ashes in my turban
I done see so titties on Bourbon
Live a different kind of
color diamond got a nigga looking like sherbert
Stepped up to the plate, knocked it out the
Eat a nigga face like tiger
in all red like Olajuwon
My niggas hit safe like the holocaust
My niggas catch a case, like I got Mossed
My treat the K just like a (?)
Got a lawyer and an but I'm the boss
And my heart racing but never lost
Hello? I was the illest nigga on child
Now I'm looking at the riot
Went and looked at the final
got revolving doors
Bitches in and out more
children smiling at a carnival
Ain't got in common but the common cold
Big B's nigga, roll
Hold up, a nigga found the
Started the bottom bitch
Never been
Never monotonous
been anonymous
Money is
had accomplices
Always had
Always let clip stick out like a bottom lip
You running out of time, so you better know time it is
You out of tears and you running out of volunteers
Young Mula bitch, I die for the
Cocaine low, call that a low blow
like Pablo, keys in the rowboat
Tunechi in the yacht though, still don't
Sipping on the slowpoke, moving a tugboat
Smoking like a steamboat, fucking on a boat
Better read the ransom before you read the love note
Don't know if its sore throat, throat or cut throat

Why me? Why why me?
Why do I look up and see my
Am I
But why do my peak look it's out of my reach?
Why can't I trust I see?

Oh why am I so
Why can't I in my seat?
I'm so
Try me, why do I see bloody bodies?
Why do I what I see?
Why me? Why why me?
RIP, if you live in peace, you can die in peace
As your eyes close and mines bleed, I Vizine