Luyện nghe bài hát Writing Life

They said when you write shit down you are no longer dreaming or fantasising, you are setting goals. I just wanted the world so here it aight?

My is a fantasy,
Fucking
Writing it down, this shit is fucking
Was on my I am day dreaming
Worked hard so now I am fucking living
Was in the slums broke, no hope, fantacising
Fast cars and pretty
But all I see is hooptees, and ghetto living
Mansions and Yatchs Happy thoughts
Wondering if dreams is all the shit money
Look at you dream some try to kill
Cant let that stop your undying
Understood nothing but the money, funny
Now you writing so now you really

Came to the rap to spit rhymes
in the skies want to stop mines
but i; reherse the so call in the hurses
cause i spit death in all my lines and verses.
Head is,
The Mc who dissess
The is,
lingo and curses
one 9 in their verses every calibre in Mines
Like Uzi, Ak, Tek
50 Cal, I gotti, Shotty, 16, m4 carbine
who gotti to ya like their name is Goddi
No just scatter
Your Brains, Lungs your Liver
squeezing close not missing
you got to be mad, tell me who it is you really dissing
I squeeze not triggers,
Pussies know I sweet, so they squeeze niggas
Dont even shook cathing my hooks
Good luck, you get yourself a mother fucking gun butt, but
the butting is the slaying, Death blasting Ak singing
Defacating; Men and children.
All the place is funeral faces.
Music to the ears hearing Shell
Dead Mcs in all of places.
I to;
be like the
change my up became the motherfucking governator.
Now I am the rhyme-a-rater
rhyme-a-rating sharp rhyme-razor.
precision like a rhyme-lazer
Haters cant phase the
I greater.
Like the rhyme-a-nati who can me.
I rhyme light, I bright, haters in the building know I rhyme tight.
The Rhyme This lock G
Got glocks in the you rhyme-locking
like you stopping,
hammer back cocking
verdicts in, lines, wrong lines, I spit crimes.
This bought this fantasy of mines.
That is why i am
And now I am really
Everybody knows now I am in the caribean
it down and getting it on.

My life is a fantasy unattainable
writing it down shit is fucking incredible
Was on my mind fuck I am day
Worked hard so now I am really living
Was in the slums broke, no hope, fantacising
cars and pretty women
But all I see is hooptees, hoes and ghetto
Mansions and Yatchs Happy thoughts
Wondering if dreams is all the money bought
Look at you dream some try to kill
Cant let that stop your undying
Understood but the money, really funny
Now you writing so now you living