Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

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

fulfilled off the filling from the pillow talking
How you killing my highs, I you built the coffin
I got virgin lungs please excuse the
Think I'm bout to blow, they me George from Boston
Respect is never so I confiscate it
Get acquainted mine I get them acclimated
Cherry red dice I'm a man I'm never taking twice
Had to escape the
This ain't for ordinary people, don't compare me to
I'm to be like The Beatles,
Give me some money, niggers is gassed up
Tell to keep it running, I'm keeping the grass cut
No snakes, royalty hating don't get no pussy
So it's more for me, she invited me in her
You know it's cordially, we throwin' racks, she said don't talk to me
All my niggers is winning, shout out to Sheen
I spit the metronome's a money machine
A money machine, of course I'm trying to be the king was part of my dream
And wale told me fuck 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 aint hear of

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

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

I used to heat up house by opening ovens
Now see that shit on Oprah and know that it's coming
That's real shit, it's 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 weren't a f-ck
Now I go they be giving it up
I seen it all from Farms to Sursum Corders
They had rocking like a Park that's word to Mike Shinoda
Shout out to captain Ginnny and free my n-gga
We always for polo, we miss you little Penny
We skip college, chase dollars and pennies
Not in the kingdom of Zamunda but mad semi's
Where bad with bad intentions just act friendly

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