Luyện nghe bài hát Where Are You

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

Yeah, happened to b.o.b? he once was my favorite
I swear to God I had all of his mixtapes on my playlist
He was hood, but so at the same time
It was like a 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 somebody makes it off of rapping?
They taste the and change like it's just automatic
Where's the integrity? You on that shit.
You don't even sound the same. I your other shit.
But still stand beside you 'cause somewhere deep inside you
There's more than what the eye
I swear on the bible you my idol
just when I thought I'd give up on
I heard you play familiar melody.
I heard you play familiar melody.

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