Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

Uhh.. to paradise
Paper planes, long
Welcome to the

Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the talking
How you killing my highs, I you built the coffin
I got lungs please excuse the coughing
Think I'm to blow, they call me George from Boston
is never given so I confiscate it
Get acquainted with mine I get them
red dice I'm a gambling man I'm never taking twice
Had to escape the
This ain't for people, don't compare me to rappers
I'm to be like The Beatles,
me some soul money, niggers is gassed up
Tell them to it running, I'm keeping the grass cut
No snakes, royalty hating don't get no pussy
So it's more for me, she me in her mouth
You know it's cordially, we throwin' racks, she please don't talk to me
All my niggers is winning, out to Charlie Sheen
I spit the metronome's a money machine
A money machine, of course I'm trying to be the king that was of my dream
And wale told me y'all so we fuck yall, we don't love y'all
Loud B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last
We aint heard of that, and we hear of y'all

Doggin, listen, mean muggin for when niggas don't see their C's til they see the judges
Dark side of town, mama blues,
When drama ensues niggers Suh
Old ass defensive as boys,
Why you knock that bitch up if you tend it out boy
I'm a tenant my opinion is

I'm here forever, these other niggers in pencil
Got indelible colors, only when they're buzzing
I'm at Dallas with luggage flyin to the money
And you don't understand my slang my is lovely
So they quote me and love me like I'm a poet or
Hoe I kick it, I punt it like Reggie or something
bitches'll feel me, Reggie Smokers disgust me
Make the least of you haters, make the most of your
Have that consistent drive as your motor's running

I used to heat up mama house by opening
Now mama see that shit on Oprah and know it's coming
That's shit, it's bigger than rap, my n-gga Cole busy, but genius is back
I light up my spliff take a sip of my
back of when the city weren't thinking of rap
They weren't thinking of rap, they giving a f-ck
Now everywhere I go be giving it up
I it all from Barry Farms to Sursum Corders
They had that like a Park that's word to Mike Shinoda
out to captain Ginnny and free my n-gga Ricky
We always pray for polo, we miss you little
We skip college, chase and black pennies
Not in the kingdom of but it's mad semi's
bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

This where love you then they hate you, go and ask Fifty
Yeah, go and ask
They love you then hate you, go and ask fifty
Go and ask fenty, hating ass n-gga, sweeter than
Who got the n-gga ?
n-gga,
n-gga,
My... dont keep it deuce
work, work, work, work, work.