Luyện nghe bài hát World Of Fantasy

Yeah...
Empire...
Lil Wayne...
Question...
Money...(Three)
Dope

Living in a World a
(Livin in a a Fantasy)
His agaist the wal
(Cut the music up in my
Living in a a Fantasy
(Livin in a a Fantasy)

His back the wall
(yeah)

1 "Lil wayne"]
Yeah off the corner Apple and Eagle
Brave hard bitch the times Im medieval
Married to the block, Divorce the
Standin on the corner selling to People
Forced evil, Its all in your head
It's also cerebral, me Canival
You follow when i you
to the needle
The barrel, the battle, the beetles eat you
Mama named Cita, I You Cita
when your pussy Second husband used to beat ya
Remember when i into the kitchen got the cleever
He aint give a i aint give a fuck neither
He could see the devil, see the devil in my
You could the ether
You can see
You can see the Cita, see the in my features
I am her voice and the World is my
Im

Living in a a Fantasy
(Livin in a a Fantasy)
His agaisnt the wall
in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a a Fantasy)
His back agaisnt the

2 "Question"]
With my up agaist these
Tagged up brick
Fliip grams, hands, Quicksand Pitfalls
Big Balls intact, through Syntac's
That Stormy where the Trees dont bend back
Left at 16
I aint never back
it come to being broke i say i never been flat
I punk ass bitch i aint never been
how Daddy cuaghta "slitch" in his lap
IN his box with only one stick left
Snort heroin then he'd shove me in the
Used to really believe, I never be the
Hell must be on my Cuz the devil seent the rest
Right on it his binge's and
Then poisinous
Beaten on my kicked the doors of the hinges
I i was old enough to stop him when he did it
So long but even I cant forget it
So

Living in a World a
(Livin in a a Fantasy)
His agaisnt the wall
in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a a Fantasy)
His agaisnt the wall

3 "Question"]
Demonic in my
Street corner a reverend
Tryna find the change, lightining like im in heaven
Triple seven, Six
Trebulations, Triple
Triple grip, triple spitiin' a had a trple lip
Lets make simple of the main difference
Angel if Wing gotta s sinner in a Clench
Revolver in my fist, to a fish
Bait on the line me cath them with this
Hope flound off round White rock
Ballin like Earl man i go in his tops
Third eye cyclops, down by five cops
Left for dead and it even my block
Think of my pops, of my moms
Rather be just blazin to Saigon
Cuz u think up, God strikes you down
Body full of lightenining never hit the ground

Living in a World a
(Livin in a a Fantasy)
His back agaisnt the
Living in a a Fantasy
(Livin in a a Fantasy)
His back the wall