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 version you know
And hold is not right, man, I oughta just
The only darkness ahead of me's the I cast in my path
(What's that?)
That's the weight of my
I breathe easy and let my chest slowly
And write to inform baby not to uplift
If you make it all, you gotta persist
(Yo, put me on)

Yeah, all talk's a waste
'Cuz I can read a thoughts by the way the lines cross his face
Hold five, live
And I vibe, ain't thought this day would arrive
But I balance my talents with a hope and a
And ride beats dog, that's where my focus
And keep and vocab, that's my guide
And if I got legit beef, I don't let it slide, now

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

My is impossible to thinkin' philosophical
in my blood, that's the only thing that's logical
The only thing I gotta do to on or stay strong
I ain't stoppin' I own the field that y'all play on
Desperado, like a bird of prey
Cold soldier, crack your vertebrae
No heater, flow than Cohiba
Cinnamon dip, spice in the cinnamon whip

wide on the Benjamin Clip
Might slide but we gonna slip, no way
If the meek shall the earth, guess what?
Y'all get the globe if measure in lyrical worth
Trademarc flow first, make the work
Fuck a verse, I rearrange dental work
And when it pop off, we not
We like the Bentleys, y'all just the knockoffs

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

But that's life, yeah, you me right
It's I had to find the black of night
Come back to life with master insight that bright
I'm learnin'
My burden, to blow up gifts like this, I must endure the slow
sort of strange, my philosophy's changed
I take chances, jump before the in range
And never wait for safe so if all that remains
Is lookin' back at my it never seems like I wasted 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
Marc ain't attached to ego
He's a for the average people, a blessing
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 been

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