Luyện nghe bài hát Alone In Vegas

I let you into my diary to me
The make up of man, I let you see the higher me
The self righteous dealer dichotomy
I'm drawing from sides, I am Siamese
The tug of war opens the door,
Rip me apart and see what's of this piñata
And kilos in Gymstrada that's one saga
One chapter of black magic, I'm Potter
Feels like I'm to dealing with women who
Relationships with their fathers won't us to bloom
And blossom, I swear them nights was fucking awesome
But I blow my own dice before I toss 'em
Lost some niggas some niggas double crossed 'em
Tryna snatch my niggas back I blew a small
Wrestle the work, we was like the four horsemen
Rick Flair with the flame, I'm Gorgeous
As the wing doors lift
Karate Kid, crane kick, no Smith
Whiter than that coke brush that they me with
Sunk leather seats softer an angel's kiss
But devil red, tires double tread
I post and parks up, that me double head
Tight rope walking tryna keep a level
The bright blind look at what the devil did

She left the door open gave a fuck if I'm
I write this in Vegas
Came off fly street partied nights with the a-list
I write this alone in
nights when my team blew it all on the tables
I write alone in Vegas
I'm the one left and the memories fading so
I write this in Vegas

They'll do in their power
Stomp near the when you're rising like flour
Make your cake fall when you threatening their
It's nine one one on your twenty fifth hour
Hasta la vista I'm out the bleachers
How the tide turns the pupil's now the teacher
The game can't go by followin' the leaders
You gotta be better than the who precede ya, yeah
'em, upstage 'em
Change the whole body shape and just 'em, pagans
Reagan era I ran
Money caused turf wars through the promised
time being rich could be a common man
The Guy Fishers had the and diagrams
We just took what we needed and we on it
Lord forgive me for the blood I spilt on it

She left the door open gave a if I'm famous
I this alone in Vegas
Came off fly street money partied nights with the
I write alone in Vegas
Remember nights when my team it all on the tables
I write alone in Vegas
I'm the only one left and the memories so
I write this alone in

Yeah, of God niggas, got me feelin' like Pac
This the realest I ever wrote
Who you sit in New York for two days around Grammy winners
Come home straight to the money getters
About fourteen thousand dollars in twenties
Brown paper bag money, I call that a good
gang forever
Long live the coming soon
Malice my brother I you
Liva Don the end nigga, Yes!

Hey Manuel, Hope I ain't get you in trouble with shit man
It was a long ago, you know. aha!
You how we do
My nigga nots, is blacking out on this nigga
Yeah, on
My nigga Watts, what up? Yum yum, up my nigga?
Talk that shit my
Yeah yeah, is you ready? Is you ready my
I had to get off my chest.
Is you ready now though? go then
music. Yes!