Luyện nghe bài hát Wrote My Way Out

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

Uh, they I wouldn't amount to nothing
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 gon' cost me my old
I wrote my way out of it (I wrote my way out), out of that hell
Shoes that don't even gotta be up, that's velcro
My freedom sitting on the other side of that cell
The other side of the track where I'm from railroads
My daddy the shit out my momma in front of me
Couldn't do shit about it at that I was young and weak
All I could do was write a hundred rhymes to a hundred
'Bout what I plan to do in spite of what was 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 see me solve a problem before
know before I solved a problem that the problem got wrote down

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

Back to the to get some bare essentials
Government cheese, a half a gallon milk, and a pair of
I write my life inside this journal, 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 to make it back on tour
And smash all the rich hoes that I never had
Ryan had no paper, I was on them racks on racks
Niggas sneaking in your with the black on black
Just rumbling through your like lemme have all that
'Cause I was lost, now I'm on track
I ain't never been shit and that's just me being real
I gotta call it how I see it, that's me being trill
And I trying to take advice, just take it easier, chill
But if I gotta pay the price, it, then leave me the bill

(Yeah)

I my way out
Wrote everything down far as I see
Picked up a pen and I my way out

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

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