Luyện nghe bài hát W.W.S.D.

(Interlude)
- Mo' than a man, I died and rose again
Fast life, slow motion, these
- I've been out walkin'
I don't do that much talkin' these
- I gotta stop cigarettes
- These days, days I seem to think a lot
About the that I fo'got to do
And all the times I had the to
- Yo, how the fuck my new girl got me jealous of girls
I think I live in anotha
- And I a luva
But it's so hard to risk
days
- days
- These
- Aye, he wrote this shit he was sixteen he said
I'm twenty seve, this is like my life

- Now if I seem to be
To live the life that I made in time
- You all I like to do is keep it real
Solo... hoe
- Well it's just that I been losin'
- Can I win one
- So
- Yeah, its that pain you was talkin'
Can I win one

(Verse)
So many pills I should've slipped
My lungs the same color as my lips
Expensive clothes, insufficient
Me & my switchin' hoes just fo' fun
The money and bitches is all we care
Very far from home if you worried about my
the light at the end of the fuckin' tunnel
Pray fo' Sydney, Tia a text, tell her I luv you
The is a lie, neva let him persevere
God took my angel, and me here, it's happy here

(Interlude)
- Well I will keep on movin', on
Things are to be improvin' these days
- It's term, this shit real
- I luv days
- It all make sense one day my nigga
I even been on songs Common
crazy
- These I'll sit on corner stones
- Can't stop me my nigga,
- the time and Quarter Jones today, my friends
Don't confront me my faith!
- Can't achieve success without failure,
- I not fo'got to mend

(Verse 2)
Diggin' fo' gold in these Codeine
Tryna picture potential in Instagram models (like)
Information racin' around the
the iPad was invented, I had a pad of writtens
Smokin' a cig on the side of the
figure it out
The axe didn't cut it, moms me cut it out
told me always take pride in my work
I clutch the mic blessed hands at all my concerts
Why his name Solo, how is he so
We can see his 4 footprints in the sand he walk
I like to to myself in 3rd person from the 3rd person
a outta body experience of self
So I can see me fo' me and no one
Don't need to see a Em-E, or no jail
I'm at them like a cell, I just wanna be
All this chatter from the nigga
I don't sheep, this TDE and nothing beyond that
Told Du Dog I don't even to read the contract!
Yeah, as if legal documents can stop me
Legalize, lies, legal eyes, oh I see
I did it while you were wishin'
Ask my DZA
All my verses hearses churches
Not the chicken
And I luv the Coast
But what about the one
your life without a soul
A one
Yeah Mac, you ain't got bars that Mac