Luyện nghe bài hát World Of Fantasy

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

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

His against the wall
(yeah)

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

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

2 "Question"]
With my up agaist these
Tagged up walls
Fliip grams, quick hands, Quicksand
Big Balls intact, through Syntac's
Stormy Whether where the Trees dont bend back
Left at 16
I aint never back
When it come to being i say i never been flat
I punk ass bitch i never been that
Reminisce how Daddy "slitch" in his lap
IN his box with only one stick left
Snort then he'd shove me in the chest
to really believe, I never be the best
Hell must be on my shoulders Cuz the devil seent the
Right on it through his and
Then Syringe's
Beaten on my mama kicked the doors of the
I wish i was old enough to stop him he did it
So long agao but even I forget it
So

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

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

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