Luyện nghe bài hát Wrote My Way Out (Remix)

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 amount to nothing
Now I hold the head of he who give the crown concussion
Fuck it, my new 'vice is off my old vices
Even though my new is gon' cost me my old life
I wrote my way out of it (I my way out), out of that hell hole
Shoes that don't even gotta be tied up, velcro
My sitting on the other side of that cell 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 time I was and weak
All I do was write a hundred rhymes to a hundred beats
'Bout what I plan to do in of what was done to me
I wrote my way out (I my way out)
Out of the poor house, my goals somehow
I sold out, I'm a product of Motown
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 everything far as I could 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 gallon milk, and a of pencils
I write my life this journal, hope they hear my info
And if you think this shit is dope then you should hear my
Yeah I used to argue with my and go back and forth
Told them one day I be and be back for more
Maybe blow all of my bread to make it on tour
And smash all the rich that I never had before
Ryan had no paper, I was on them racks on racks
Niggas sneaking in crib with the black on black
Just rumbling through your shit like lemme all that
'Cause I was lost, now I'm back on
Look I ain't been shit and that's just me being real
I gotta it how I see it, that's just me being trill
And I ain't trying to take advice, just take it easier,
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 wrote words on a page, on a surface
on the wall 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 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 world of soldiers and
I burn the oil every as I return to brilliance
Under the gun, I'm pressure, under surveillance
But I'm spitting the bigger picture, the benediction
Some write and live what I'm penning, this Little Richard
Paper begins to rip I'm illustrating the difference
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
This hurricane in my is the burden I bear
I can do without, I'm
'Cause I my way out