Luyện nghe bài hát Wrote My Way Out

I my way out
Wrote everything down far as I 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 give the crown concussion
Fuck it, my new 'vice is stay off my old
Even my new life is gon' cost me my old life
I my way out of it (I wrote my way out), out of that hell hole
Shoes that don't even gotta be up, that's velcro
My freedom sitting on the other side of that door
The other side of the track I'm from like railroads
My daddy slapped the 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 a hundred rhymes to a hundred beats
'Bout what I plan to do in spite of was done to me
I my way out (I wrote my way out)
Out of the poor house, my goals somehow
I never sold out, I'm a product of
And now I'm in the eye
So if you ever see me solve a before
Just know before I solved a problem the problem got wrote down

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

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

(Yeah)

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

Yeah, I wrote on a page, symbols on a surface
Graffiti on the wall where my ancestors purchased
I contemplate when the day I'm due to the earth is
I'm a subversive nation the birth of his own
Where shots get thrown and spots get
And the convicts roam on the of a conflict zone
not his home
Adrenaline, testosterone, and pride keep the throne speaking in a tone
I feel like I wrote my way up out of a building
To earning millions in world of soldiers and civilians
I burn the oil every as I return to brilliance
Under the gun, I'm under pressure, surveillance
But I'm spitting the picture, sending the benediction
Some people write and live what I'm penning, this Little
Paper begins to rip while I'm illustrating the
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 to keep me warm
hurricane in my brain is the burden I bear
I can do without, I'm
I wrote my way out