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 darkness ahead of me's the shadow I in my path
(What's that?)
That's the weight of my
I breathe easy and let my chest slowly
And write rhymes to baby not to uplift
If you wanna make it all, you persist
(Yo, put me on)

Yeah, all that talk's a
I can read a man's thoughts by the way the lines cross his face
Hold five, everything
And I vibe, nobody thought this day would arrive
But I my talents with a hope and a drive
And beats dog, that's where my focus derive
And keep and vocab, that's my guide
And if I got beef, I don't let it slide, what 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 that's logical
The only thing I gotta do to on or stay strong
I ain't 'til I own the field that y'all play on
Desperado, eyes like a of prey
Cold soldier, crack snap your
No heater, flow than Cohiba
Cinnamon dip, ride in the cinnamon whip

Quite wide on the Clip
Might slide but we ain't slip, no way
If the shall inherit the earth, guess what?
Y'all get the globe if they measure in worth
Trademarc flow first, make the work
a verse, I rearrange your dental work
And when it pop off, we not
We like the Bentleys, just the Chrysler 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 insight that shine bright
I'm learnin'
My burden, to blow up gifts like this, I must endure the burnin'
It's sort of strange, my philosophy's
I take chances, before the water's in range
And never wait for safe answers so if all that
Is lookin' back at my life it seems like I wasted glances

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

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