Luyện nghe bài hát Handwriting

(Handwriting's on the wall)
Yeah, on the wall
I'ma keep drinking til they me out this motherf*cker man

1]
Excuse my of voice but today was just a bad day
Label hit me about another single and said I ain't had
Since Country Sh*t, hell they thought that was a regional anyway
But thank God for Bun B and Ludacris they had faith
That sh*t would take off and it did, guess I was too to quit
I make albums not hits, these rich don't know about this
But that's cool, I'm back to K.R.I.T. Wuz Here
Pray to God was meant for me, a king to be
my time was near
Maybe I'm in vain, maybe this wasn't my lane
Maybe I'm hurting myself, talking real life instead of the fame
How can I change? I swear I think I'm wasting time
On the phone with my pops like, "I just save some lives"
I just want a deuce to ride with the I was dealt
My pride be my downfall, but I ain't asking for help
I wear my heart on my sleeve, don't run me cuz it bleeds
No disrespect to your craft, but I make my own
the handwriting.

(The on the wall...)
Man the Hennessy do to a n*gga man sometimes that sh*t...
I just can't hold back, you me?

2]
First quarter got me like boiling water soda in it
Drop my project in the pot watch it lock up like in prison
prove these people wrong that don't see the vision
Three nominations, number one on 106, I forgot to mention
Two albums minus label support
Fired my publicist cuz I what I was paying him for
til I'm barely conscious,
call Johnny him put y'all on 3-way immediately
Cuz I'm of being lied to and I'm waging war
Then I'm going to Sippi-land and I'm quitting rap
Ain't bad cuz when I was poor, hell I was fat and happy
Dealing with the critics and the got me trippin'
my accent and my tone make it really hard to listen
I was scarred but I was driven the politics came
Lynching rappers and dropping albums, and watching em
I mine back with fear that they might just do me the same
Cuz I rebel I might get shelved, but that's of the game
Hell, the handwriting...

(The on the wall...)
right it's on the wall
I take this sh*t man
This is my life, this all ever known
This all I'll ever do and I to God I won't
let nobody it from me

3]
I did it for all of mine and all of
Ten toes deep in the I'm in
I'm to lose if I'm living in sin
If I play to win will I make it
I'm tired of feeling my heart Lord I just scrape it out
This the road less traveled, sh*t I just stay the route
I hear the hate and all the betrayal I just phase it out
With another shot, better it down with a glass of Crown
Put on my tab, yeah I'm doing bad
Cuz music's all I've ever known, sh*t, all ever had
Tryna say something, do something, tryna be better
much time left, I gotta make do, I can't live forever
Ain't what makes me me? No smoke and no mirrors
And I don't even wear Loc's, so can see me clear
And you can say that I'm bitter but tell me if I'm
They their noses up and talk down on Mississippi
Imagine how feel to know you work hard, and you educated
And they treat you like you made it
The handwriting...

(The handwriting's on the wall, final curtain's about to
Just no feelings left at all,
the handwriting, on the wall)