Luyện nghe bài hát Fight The Feeling

Close eyes
[Mac - Verse 1]
Uhh
Close your
So watch em do the somewhere out in Pasadena
Love the drug that everybody here just get a taste of
You a waste of the that you take up
Living, this around Im not kidding
I had an about these women in suspicion
Got me looking at you different how a man in my position cant start down these slopes
Cuz its all
As a kid I learn that but
When you were young and you were just tryna your life and have some fun
In the world when you have yet to see how its become
Its hard to have a dream when youre deep of one
And I you hate them spirits so I keep em in my lungs
Im a to these young kids
Sometimes I be feeling a needle to these young kids
You had the world you to leave it to these young kids
And we gon show you what the is
- Iman Omari]
Stay high, fight what you know,
Let it become
ever let it go
(it stop)
You cant fight the feeling,
You fight the feeling, no
(it stop)
You cant fight the feeling,
You cant the feeling, no
[Mac - Verse 2]
And I keep a couple Most Dope by me
So there aint too many its me, myself and Irene
We stay smoking through the
Wake up do Tai Chi
Homie cant you see Im chilling, please dont up my chi
Yeh my jacket Y3, recently up on fashion
a bunch of money kinda stinks of satisfaction
Fell asleep in Hollywood, woke up in
like Im Jordan but Im fresh as Mars blackmon
A penny for your thoughts, a for your dreams
A price on an we never can agree
They tell you what you but its better to believe
So why you tryna act like what you never be
Still I em
Fuck what you know, Im feeling
Just living life cuz enough of em dont
You spend your days every single penny, mane
Start now cuz we for you anyways

[Kendrick - Verse 3]
Sometimes I wake up, up in the morning, up
Wrap this much up off my bitch soon as she yawning
Take up, hours upon days just to power shit to say
But you wont hear it, even if ears was pierced with
by Dre, I mean
The sun is slowly
We all should die eventually
So your calling?
Oh, you left your behind,
Identity, crisis breaks mirrors, steer us through wickedness
Christ is right near us and devil said you owe 10%
Sold your
I know sold soul and get hopeless
My is stared at eloping on boats that float in the open
Of oceans that coast the on the margins I rhyme
Or or soaking up game
Im hoping you the second one
The of jealousy that your holding
Youre telling me that your golden but really cubic
Let me see
I break you down like a of fire whenever your tactics are mighty clever
But if youre Mayweather you can't fight the feeling