Luyện nghe bài hát Write Now

Went from the papermate to the paint and all the way back to the

Run through the fate, me
Went from the papermate to the spray and brought it all the way back
To the
for buying the tape

Excuse me my - me, my friend
Is that pen?
Is it cool if I use it to with my skeletons?
Is it proper for me to use it to prosecute these
Is it for me to caress it against my ego?
Eh yo, can I use a ball point just to make my small
Are these mechanical joints like hollow points?
Old fashioned two and I need that shit quick and steady
But assuming I ain't chewed off the eraser tip already
If I touched or felt it, believe I'm 'bout to make flip
Computer friendly only that deadly bitch helps me spell shit
Scribble, for the you, the me, the she and the
Aerosol to the wall, write it tall for all the
Yo, he wrote it in jail, she it in braile
I wrote that shit, it, recorded it
Eh yo, I got one for
And if I feel I got something to show ya
I pull out a blank sheet of loose and draw it out in crayola
I've grown to an extra utensil in my sock
And I've been known to mark it on the sidewalk with
Most I write with a pen, sometimes I write with a buzz
And if I ever go gold, I must have wrote that shit in
And if I ever go gold, I must have wrote that shit with
And if I ever go gold, I must wrote that shit with blood
And if I ever go gold, I must have wrote shit with blood
Multiples, four, courtesy of the slug

Eh yo, all about the penmanship, baby
It's all about the penmanship,
Eh yo, it's all the penmanship, baby
Eh yo, all about the penmanship, baby