Luyện nghe bài hát Sleep When I'm Gone

[Intro - DJ
About to change the
DJ
We the Best
Cash Money, Money
I'm for real about shit
go

[Chorus - Cee-Lo
gotten my time because my time is my money
The sun down but I won't stop for nothing
Why my eyes? I'd rather sleep when I'm gone
Sleep I'm gone
Sleep I'm gone
Looking at the clock yeah, yeah
Naps to my treasure yeah,
Why close my eyes? I'd rather sleep I'm gone
Sleep I'm gone
Sleep I'm gone

[Verse 1 - The
Yeah say sleep is the cousin of death
we related
Because I'm the most slept on and the most
Hated, by niggas with no hustle
Staring at me in the club I won't bust you in the face with the Spades
is a card game and I'm playing spades
Gambling with short
basketball wives while you at away games
Really basketball wives, ain't got to say names
Whole body tatted like a New York freight train
Niggas get to barking, put a bullet in a Dane
Try me, end up "why me?"
Team of animals like I coached the Heat
Four mansion, close to the beach
Six car garage, that's how I'm to eat
In Miami, rolling up kush on decks
Flagging down the waitress, my Rolex

[Verse 2 - Rhymes:]
Yo I done survived the test of doing this shit so long
And rest to rise again homie I sleep when I'm gone
Look, a legend while I'm and so current and they hate this
The streets'll classify me another level of
I don't fight for crowns at all, I let niggas bitch
And let them while they debate on who the king of shit
Listen, see I waste time debating over them things
Because I'm God motherfucker, God kings
I'm hearing that a lot of mad through the grapevine
Piano sounding beautiful and sad at the same
The that a funeral so study you niggas
Khaled the theme music while I bury you niggas
See now no escaping the god, you'd better find a getaway
Before I wiling like Haitians and Jamaicans when it's Labor Day
Khaled every you know we got to make them love it
And realize that is hotter when we touch it

[Verse 3 - The
Ayo Khaled, let this breathe

Spoiled little rich nigga, me
Smoke out the sunroof, blowing on hashish
Can't stop now I'm in too deep
1.5 ride two weeks
Niggas want to kill me, let the fall out
Life is short in place, my gone ball out
Their kids ball out
Twenty years now pulling cars out
You gone think getting hauled out
Ex shipped in
Crystal meth getting in
All you let a nigga slip in
05, G-Unit 06
Everything was gymnastics, watch the dough flip
on the couch, smoking up memories
Pouring Jack Daniels, to my enemies
Fuck nigga, I ain't got the energy
Take the last shot to the dome, John