Luyện nghe bài hát Wrote My Way Out

I my way out
everything down far as I could see
(Wait for it, for it, wait for it)
I my way out

Uh, they said I wouldn't amount to
Now I hold the head of he who could give the concussion
it, my new 'vice is stay off my old vices
Even though my new life is cost me my old life
I wrote my way out of it (I wrote my way out), out of hell hole
Shoes that don't even gotta be tied up, that's
My freedom sitting on the side of that cell door
The other side of the track where I'm from like
My daddy slapped the shit out my in front of me
Couldn't do shit about it at time I was young and weak
All I could do was write a hundred rhymes to a beats
'Bout I plan to do in spite of what was done to me
I my way out (I wrote my way out)
Out of the poor house, accomplished my goals
I sold out, I'm a product of Motown
And now I'm in the eye
So if you ever see me solve a before
Just know before I solved a problem that the problem got down

I my way out
everything down far as I could see
(Wait for it, wait for it, for it)
I my way out

Back to the store to get bare essentials
Government cheese, a half a gallon milk, and a of pencils
I my life inside this journal, hope they hear my info
And if you think this shit is dope then you should hear my
Yeah I to argue with my teachers and go back and forth
them one day I be famous and be back for more
Maybe blow all of my bread to it back on tour
And all the rich hoes that I never had before
Ryan had no paper, I was plotting on them racks on
Niggas sneaking in your crib with the black on
rumbling through your shit like lemme have all that
'Cause I was lost, now I'm on track
Look I never been shit and that's just me being real
I gotta call it how I see it, that's just me trill
And I ain't trying to take advice, take it easier, chill
But if I gotta pay the price, fuck it, then me the bill

(Yeah)

I my way out
Wrote down far as I could see
up a pen and I wrote my way out

Yeah, I wrote words on a page, on a surface
Graffiti on the wall where my ancestors purchased
I contemplate the day I'm due to inherit the earth is
I'm a subversive awaiting the birth of his own
Where get thrown and spots get blown
And the convicts roam on the streets of a zone
It's not his
Adrenaline, testosterone, and pride keep the throne speaking in a tone
I like I wrote my way up out of a burning building
To millions in this world of soldiers and civilians
I burn the oil night as I return to brilliance
Under the gun, I'm under pressure, under
But I'm spitting the picture, sending the benediction
Some people write and live what I'm penning, this Little
Paper begins to rip I'm illustrating the difference
And a fake out and a way to out
I shawshank the great route

I my way out
Oh I was born in the eye of the
No loving arms to me warm
This in my brain is the burden I bear
I can do without, I'm
'Cause I my way out