Luyện nghe bài hát 30

Sent ya bitch a dick pic and now she glasses
Turn a bitch slick rick now if I it
Ate a couple pills the bud out the plastic
cigarette ashes bitch I stay blasted
Microphone
Magic the sick shit
Said I post to dead
But bitch I'm still up in this
Verbal herbal
I cortisone
Fucked bitch
Save money on her
I feel like Corgan
In a church the organ
Covering too
a Newport
Hurt hoping drugs a help the a go away
And all these in my head made the sane go astray
Step inside a
revolves around the rhyme
And he close his eyes see visions of white
Dying in the arms of a blond eyed 20 something
Don't know her name now the chest pu
30 something black male OD'ed off pills he wasn't prescribed
But they took his
Let behind a daughter that really even know him
Because her momma thought he wouldn't make a living off them
But it was a journey on a rocky road
Had a and a jacket on the bus in snow
Walking in the on the way to the studio
Smoking on a loosey was just a couple yrs ago
a couple free mixtapes on the net
And niggas tried to front like it all that
But guess bitch I'm coming back
Guess what I'm coming back
to fools gold and everything's all gnarly
Bitches want my number to get up in party
Came along way extension cords in the window
Borrowing neighbors power just to up the Nintendo
Where the ovens closed and stoves never off
Every winter so niggas sleeping scarves
But I would always tell myself this shit of get better
You who you is you the greatest rapper ever
So now the on em to prove that voice right
Some never know they goals he know his whole life
So now his turn up up to bat
Pitching singles to the label when I use to crack
Never to rap I just always knew how
So ever since 8 I knew I would now
When I 28 they like what u gone do now
And now a nigga 30 I don't u me
So the last ten years I been so stressed
Tears in my let me get this off my chest
The thought of no success it got me chasing
all these drugs in hopes of OD'ing next
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