Luyện nghe bài hát Where Are You

Yeah, whatever happened to ray? He used to be here for us
Then he got famous and left all of us in the dust
We never hear from you you're changing
And your relatives always you at family occasions
And your mother misses you too since all the fortune you've
Too busy recording now she unimportant
And your daddy's been goin it since he lost his mother
The least you could do is call him to show him you 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 like "aint the dude that said it aint about the price tag"
Now on your all that you do is brag
Come on bob, I thought you was better than dog
What happened to 9, and generation lost?
You were my idol, just I thought I'd give up on everything
I heard you this familiar melody.
I heard you this familiar 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 a breath of fresh air every time he rhymed
And everybody was on him and the world in love
The girls, the money, the - all the above
I he stopped giving a fuck for all of us little people
your shades on we can't even see you
Is that what happens once somebody makes it off of
They taste the fame and change like just automatic
the integrity? You on that other shit.
You don't even sound the same. I liked your shit.
But still stand beside you 'cause somewhere deep inside you
There's than what meets the eye
I on the bible you were my idol
when I thought I'd give up on everything
I heard you play familiar melody.
I heard you this familiar melody.

Yeah, I watched my whole life in a couple of years
Who would've ever thought I would've caught the world by the
I this shit is so much bigger than I had figured
But if it meant to be this wouldn't be my career
It's people only see it the way it appears
But never see the ropes and the pulleys and the gears
Blood, sweat and tears? We cry but all we is tears.
In the middle of rap game on the battlefield
All of these interviews tryin to fool me
You never know who's gonna 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 we gave 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 this familiar melody.