Luyện nghe bài hát Where Are You

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

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

Yeah, I watched my whole change in a couple of years
Who ever thought I would've caught the world by the ears?
I swear this shit is so much bigger I had figured
But if it wasn't meant to be this be my career
It's like people only see it the way it
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 rap game on the battlefield
All of chop-chop interviews tryin to fool me
You never who's gonna play you and try to make you look phony
I live and die for my team. 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 up on everything
I about this familiar melody.