Luyện nghe bài hát Wrote My Way Out

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

Uh, they said I wouldn't to nothing
Now I hold the of he who could give the crown concussion
Fuck it, my new is stay off my old vices
Even though my new life is gon' cost me my old
I my way out of it (I wrote my way out), out of that hell hole
Shoes that don't even gotta be tied up, that's
My freedom sitting on the other side of that cell
The other side of the track where I'm like railroads
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 spite of was done to me
I wrote my way out (I my way out)
Out of the house, accomplished 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 problem
Just know before I solved a problem that the problem got 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 to get some bare essentials
cheese, a half a gallon milk, and a pair of pencils
I write my life this journal, hope they hear my info
And if you think this shit is dope you should hear my intro
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 make it back on
And smash all the rich hoes I never had before
Ryan had no paper, I was plotting on them racks on
Niggas in your crib with the black on black
rumbling through your shit like lemme have all that
'Cause I was lost, now I'm back on
Look I ain't never been shit and just me being real
I gotta call it how I see it, that's just me being
And I ain't trying to take advice, take it easier, chill
But if I pay the price, fuck it, then leave me the bill

(Yeah)

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

Yeah, I wrote words on a page, on a surface
Graffiti on the wall where my ancestors were
I contemplate the day I'm due to inherit the earth is
I'm a subversive nation awaiting the of his own
Where shots get thrown and get blown
And the convicts on the streets of a conflict zone
It's not his
Adrenaline, testosterone, and pride keep the speaking in a toxic tone
I feel 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 pressure, under surveillance
But I'm spitting the bigger picture, sending the
Some people write and what I'm penning, this Little Richard
Paper to rip while I'm illustrating the difference
And a fake out and a way to out
I shawshank the escape route

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