Luyện nghe bài hát Rage

Command, lost control
The bound to crash
The lightning strikes bright
Do not go gently...
It's just my
You my bluff down from a thousand miles
I'm fast
I'm fast

I you to rage into the night
I want you to into the light
your final flight
But boy, you're fine, you're
I you to rage into the night
I want you to know, know right
your final flight
Racing, racing, red eyes are rogue

1]
I always whether leaving meant something deeper than freedom
To be able to see everything I see when I'm
Niggas up with no job, no mob lynching, we still hangin'
White man telling to ball like Phil Jackson
to Jordan, the play was enough to put up the bail
And a train don't stop and we have to ride the rails
Gas in the tank, enough to make it home
They say home is where the hate is, I'm from where they kill own
Probably film it on their phone, a generation
To take knowledge and problems we face and so
To take the burning road and just roll the punches
Niggas thought I was gone, I Derrick Rose the trenches
fences we jumped as a shorty still in the way
Sometimes I wish I fly far, far away
Where my sins fall down like pouring
I'm on my knot, hope I don't fall again
Standing on my feet, so small to look into space
heavy just to stare up there and wonder what waits
So we still don't understand, still right in front of our face
I light a for the jets

I want you to into the night
I want you to blaze the light
your final flight
Before final flight
But boy, you're fine, fine
I want you to rage the night
I want you to know, know right
Before your flight
your final flight
Racing, racing, red eyes are burning

Riding a burning
low, not a soul who could know
It's every man who swept the burning ashes from the

2]
I put the halloween pistol out the
Inside my mouth, if it was real, but I would
That's dumb
How many thousand of kids would to have mine?
Without a clue of the times I gave my life to time
I'm tired of
Tired of pills that I'm tired of taking
Tired of cases, tired of judges
of saying "Fuck it"
Tired of balling around the President, deciding shit's a gift
Two shots to life, only got one to
You could lose it any
Or it in a fit
Or win a championship
As a man, I feel
As a king, I reign
Ask me how I with fame
As I you from my basement
The cards ain't yet
Niggas on 47, dealing the same shit
Rocks,
Ducking and clothes
Came into the world
Now I'm in all BAPE shit
buy a Rolex, can't even face time
I feel like all wasted
The underground wasted
I spent 1500 on bottles and this table
I shake it before I pop, I promise I'm not
But that boy do got power
Ignore
These days I lose of days
Been years since I felt way
Count on me to

Before the flight
the final flight
I you to rage
I want you to know, know you're