Luyện nghe bài hát Wrote My Way Out (Remix)

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

Uh, said I wouldn't amount to nothing
Now I hold the head of he who could 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 tied up, that's
My freedom sitting on the other side of cell door
The other side of the track where I'm like railroads
My daddy the shit 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 write a hundred rhymes to a hundred
'Bout what I plan to do in spite of what was to me
I my way out (I wrote my way out)
Out of the poor house, accomplished my goals
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
know before I solved a problem that 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 milk, and a pair of pencils
I write my life inside journal, hope they hear my info
And if you think 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 and be back for more
blow all of my bread to make it back on tour
And all the rich hoes that I never had before
Ryan had no paper, I was plotting on racks on racks
Niggas sneaking in your crib with the on black
Just rumbling through your shit lemme have all that
'Cause I was lost, now I'm on track
I ain't never been shit and that's just me being real
I gotta call it how I see it, just 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
Wrote everything down far as I see
up a pen and I wrote my way out

Yeah, I wrote words on a page, on a surface
Graffiti on the wall where my were purchased
I contemplate when the day I'm due to the earth is
I'm a subversive awaiting the birth of his own
shots get thrown and spots get blown
And the convicts on the streets of a conflict zone
It's not his
Adrenaline, testosterone, and keep the throne speaking in a toxic tone
I like I wrote my way up out of a burning building
To millions in this world of soldiers and civilians
I burn the oil every night as I return to
Under the gun, I'm under pressure, under
But I'm spitting the picture, sending the benediction
Some people write and live I'm penning, this Little Richard
Paper begins to rip I'm illustrating the difference
And a out and a way to break out
I shawshank the escape route

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