Luyện nghe bài hát What Now

I get by
Touch the sky, time to fly we die

For what worth I see the purpose of life
I see below the surface and the that you know
And hold is not right, man, I oughta just
The only ahead of me's the shadow I cast in my path
(What's that?)
the weight of my craft
I breathe and let my chest slowly contract
And write rhymes to inform not to uplift
If you wanna make it all, you gotta
(Yo, put me on)

Yeah, all that a waste
'Cuz I can a man's thoughts by the way the lines cross his face
Hold five, live
And I vibe, ain't nobody thought day would arrive
But I balance my talents with a hope and a
And ride beats dog, that's where my focus
And keep notepads and vocab, my guide
And if I got legit beef, I don't let it slide, now

I get by
Touch the sky, to fly 'til we die

My is impossible to thinkin' philosophical
Hustle in my blood, that's the only thing logical
The only thing I gotta do to stay on or strong
I stoppin' 'til I own the field that y'all play on
Desperado, eyes like a bird of
Cold soldier, crack snap vertebrae
No heater, flow sweeter than
Cinnamon dip, spice in the cinnamon whip

Quite wide on the Benjamin
Might but we ain't gonna slip, no way
If the meek shall inherit the earth, what?
Y'all get the globe if they measure in lyrical
flow first, make the mental work
Fuck a verse, I your dental work
And when it pop off, we not
We like the Bentleys, y'all just the knockoffs

I get by
the sky, time to fly 'til we die

But life, yeah, you hearin' me right
It's I had to find the black of night
Come back to life with master insight that shine
I'm always
My burden, to blow up like this, I must endure the slow burnin'
sort of strange, my philosophy's changed
I take chances, jump the water's in range
And wait for safe answers so if all that remains
Is lookin' back at my life it never seems like I glances

Man, it's all a big game, that's why it doesn't a thing
That I get money and fame, it's all the
If you call me Trademarc or if you know my real
Predka ain't attached to ego
He's a hero for the average people, a
Who transcends the essence of a poet a street flow
It's not lip service, I don't speak to hear myself
And I don't wanna be a teacher; I'm grateful for all I've taught

I get by
Touch the sky, time to fly we die