Luyện nghe bài hát Wrote My Way Out

I my way out
Wrote down far as I could see
(Wait for it, wait for it, 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
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 that hole
Shoes that don't even be tied up, that's velcro
My freedom sitting on the other side of 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 about it at that time I was young and weak
All I could do was write a hundred to a hundred beats
'Bout what I plan to do in of what was done to me
I my way out (I wrote my way out)
Out of the poor house, accomplished my goals
I never sold out, I'm a product of
And now I'm in the eye
So if you ever see me solve a problem
Just know before I solved a problem that the problem got down

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

Back to the store to get some bare
Government cheese, a half a milk, and a pair of pencils
I write my life inside journal, hope they hear my info
And if you this shit is dope then you should hear my intro
Yeah I used to argue with my and go back and forth
Told them one day I be famous and be 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 on black
Just rumbling through your shit like have all that
'Cause I was lost, now I'm on track
Look I ain't never been shit and that's just me being
I gotta call it how I see it, that's just me being
And I trying to take 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 where my ancestors were purchased
I when the day I'm due to inherit the earth is
I'm a subversive nation awaiting the of his own
Where shots get and spots get blown
And the roam on the streets of a conflict zone
not his home
Adrenaline, testosterone, and pride the throne speaking in a toxic tone
I feel I wrote my way up out of a burning building
To earning millions in this of soldiers and civilians
I burn the oil every night as I to brilliance
Under the gun, I'm under pressure, under
But I'm the bigger picture, sending the benediction
Some people write and live what I'm penning, Little Richard
Paper to rip while I'm illustrating the difference
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 arms to keep me
This hurricane in my brain is the I bear
I can do without, I'm
I wrote my way out