Luyện nghe bài hát Sellin' Dreams

Welcome to hell's
I always heard life was a of dice
Seven eleven, or a pair of
As I'm looking at her smearing
She yelling them glasses off your eyes are the only things that not lying
Not caring to the point that I lying
I tell her I the same
She tell me nigga quit playing you the one that's not crying
You said you wasn't on no steal man shit
If I it off now we won't be on some friend shit
Man, what goes around comes like some ceiling fan shit
I the levy to your eyes
That I don't give a shit

Another time, another time, it's the old shit
It might be to late, for me to from my mistakes
I know that it hurts, I know it hurts you
But you should used your head first
This might be the mistake, it's too late
Because two can't be in place

Wake up then, your ex and make up then
What was no strings attached got tangled
Fun stopped being fun, and feeling tried to in
We had independent love, you tried to bring a label in
Girlfriend? Nah, I got one
You need a good guy, and I'm not one
She we lost a kid already, I'm already not that young
My biological clock is ticking, I'm not just trying to fun
way different from us first chilling
Sometimes last words can have the worst
Which we could fast time and reverse feelings
Is there a for love to return and fix it
She said you good either way, when it was her last night and me today
You the man, huh on the tna
You her raw too, sharing our DNA?
And so on and so on, and the shit just goes on
about us feeling right
But she'll be back the end of the night

Another time, time, it's the same old shit
It be to late, for me to learn from my mistakes
I know it hurts, I know that it hurts you
But you have used your head first
This might be the biggest mistake, it's too
Because two be in first place