Luyện nghe bài hát Where Are You

Yeah, whatever happened to bobby ray? He used to be for us
Then he got and left all of us fans in the dust
We never hear from you you're constantly
And your relatives always miss you at family
And your misses you too since all the fortune you've been
Too recording now she feels unimportant
And your daddy's been through it since he lost his mother
The least you could do is him to show him you support him
I thought you would sell out, you becoming so cocky
I you for a picture after your show you walked right by me
I'm like "aint the dude that said it aint about the price tag"
Now on your all that you do is brag
on bob, I thought you was better than that dog
What happened to cloud 9, and generation
You my idol, just when I thought I'd give up on everything
I heard you this familiar melody.
I you play this familiar melody.

Yeah, whatever happened to b.o.b? he was my favorite
I to God that I had all of his mixtapes on my playlist
He was hood, but so different at the time
It was a breath of fresh air every time he rhymed
And everybody was on him and the world in love
The girls, the money, the lifestyle - all the
I guess he stopped a fuck for all of us little people
With your shades on we even see you
Is that what happens once somebody it off of rapping?
They taste the and change like it's just automatic
the integrity? You on that other shit.
You don't even sound the same. I liked other shit.
But we'll still stand beside you somewhere deep inside you
more than what meets the eye
I on the bible you were my idol
just when I thought I'd up on everything
I heard you play this melody.
I heard you this familiar melody.

Yeah, I watched my whole change in a couple of years
Who would've thought I would've caught the world by the ears?
I this shit is so much bigger than I had figured
But if it wasn't meant to be wouldn't be my career
It's like people see it the way it appears
But never see the ropes and the pulleys and the gears
Blood, and tears? We cry but all we sweat is tears.
In the middle of this rap game on the
All of these chop-chop interviews to fool me
You never know who's gonna play you and try to you look phony
I and die for my team. These niggas are more than my homies
We put it all on the line we up all our belongings
For this rap shit. at the end of the day
It aint rap shit. I call it making a way.
For our survival. Just when I thought I gave up on
I dreamed about familiar melody.