Luyện nghe bài hát Handwriting

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

1]
Excuse my tone of 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 record
But thank God for Bun B and Ludacris because they had
sh*t would take off and it did, guess I was too country to quit
I make albums not hits, these rich don't know about this
But cool, I'm back to that K.R.I.T. Wuz Here
Pray to God this was for me, a king to be
my time was near
Maybe I'm rapping in vain, maybe this wasn't my
Maybe I'm hurting myself, talking 'bout real life of the fame
How can I change? I swear I think I'm wasting time
On the phone with my pops like, "I just wanna save lives"
I just want a deuce to ride the ones I was dealt
My pride might be my downfall, but I ain't for help
I wear my on my sleeve, don't run into me cuz it bleeds
No disrespect to your craft, but I make my own
the handwriting.

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

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

(The on the wall...)
Goddamn right 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 take it from me

3]
I did it for all of and all of yours
Ten deep in the game I'm in
I'm bound to lose if I'm in sin
If I play to win will I make it
I'm of feeling my heart Lord I just wanna scrape it out
This the less traveled, sh*t I just gotta stay the route
I hear the hate and all the betrayal I gotta phase it out
another shot, better chase it down with a glass of Crown
Put that on my tab, yeah I'm bad
Cuz music's all I've ever known, sh*t, all I've had
say something, tryna do something, tryna be better
Ain't much time left, I gotta make do, I can't live
that 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 but tell me if I'm trippin'
They stick their noses up and down on Mississippi
Imagine how feel to know you work hard, and you educated
And they you like you never made it
The handwriting...

(The handwriting's on the wall, final curtain's to fall
ain't no feelings left at all,
the handwriting, on the wall)