Luyện nghe bài hát Rage

Command, lost control
The bound to crash
The lightning strikes went
Do not go gently...
just my luck
You shot my bluff from a thousand miles
I'm fast
I'm fast

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

1]
I always wondered leaving meant something deeper than freedom
To be able to see I see when I'm sleeping
Niggas waking up with no job, no mob lynching, we hangin'
man telling niggas to ball like Phil Jackson
Pray to Jordan, the play was enough to put up the
And a train don't and we ain't have to ride the rails
Gas in the tank, hardly enough to it home
They say home is where the hate is, I'm where they kill their own
Probably film it on their phone, a addicted
To take knowledge and problems we and so conflicted
To take the road and just roll with the punches
Niggas thought I was gone, I Rose from the trenches
Same fences we jumped as a shorty in the way
Sometimes I wish I could fly far, far
my sins fall down like pouring rain
I'm on slip my knot, I don't fall again
Standing on my feet, feel so small to look space
It's heavy to stare up there and wonder what waits
So much we still don't understand, still in front of our face
I light a for the jets

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

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

2]
I put the pistol out the trunk
Inside my mouth, if it was real, but I dunk
fucking dumb
How many thousand of kids like to have mine?
Without a clue of the times I my life to have time
I'm tired of
Tired of chasing pills that I'm of taking
of court cases, tired of judges
Tired of "Fuck it"
Tired of balling around the President, deciding shit's a gift
Two shots to life, got one to live
You could it any night
Or it in a fit
Or win a championship
As a man, I pain
As a king, I feel
Ask me how I deal fame
As I you from my basement
The ain't changed yet
Niggas on 47, still dealing the same
Rocks,
cops and clothes
Came the world naked
Now I'm in all this shit
buy a Rolex, can't even face time
I feel like all wasted
The getting wasted
I spent 1500 on bottles and this table
I it before I pop, I promise I'm not stable
But boy do got horse power
Ignore
These days I lose tracks of
Been years I felt this way
on me to rage

Before the flight
Before the flight
I want you to
I you to know, know you're right