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 to nothing
Now I the head of he who could give the crown concussion
Fuck it, my new 'vice is stay off my old
Even though my new is gon' 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 gotta be tied up, that's
My freedom on the other side of that cell door
The other side of the track I'm from like railroads
My daddy slapped the shit out my momma in of me
Couldn't do shit about it at that time I was young and
All I could do was write a rhymes to a hundred beats
'Bout what I plan to do in spite of what was to me
I wrote my way out (I my way out)
Out of the poor house, my goals somehow
I never sold out, I'm a of Motown
And now I'm in the eye
So if you ever see me a problem before
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
Government cheese, a half a gallon milk, and a of pencils
I write my life inside this journal, they hear my info
And if you think shit is dope then you should hear my intro
Yeah I used to argue with my teachers and go and forth
Told them one day I be famous and be back for
blow all of my bread to make it back on tour
And smash all the rich hoes I never had before
Ryan had no paper, I was on them racks on racks
Niggas sneaking in your crib the black on black
Just through your shit like lemme have all that
I was lost, now I'm back on track
Look I 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, fuck it, then 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 words on a page, symbols on a surface
Graffiti on the where my ancestors were purchased
I contemplate when the day I'm due to the earth is
I'm a subversive awaiting the birth of his own
Where shots get thrown and spots get
And the convicts roam on the streets of a conflict
not his home
Adrenaline, testosterone, and pride keep the throne in a toxic tone
I feel like I wrote my way up out of a building
To earning in this world of soldiers and civilians
I the oil every night as I return to brilliance
Under the gun, I'm under pressure, under
But I'm spitting the picture, sending the benediction
Some write 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 shawshank the great route

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