Luyện nghe bài hát Trip on My Words

I dead-ass woke up in the clothes I was last night
Your a little greasy

1]
Oh god mother, father, believe me
I've waiting too long
been takin' it easy
I've stressin' with the situation, no you have to
All the warmth I be having it be coming you
Been my own lab rat, tests for days
Seeing what would fuck my mind up and put me in my place
What would me my light, and guide me out my dark
When my finish was where I began where I start

It isn't
Thinking all I'm
All the wrong I did just bought a business
And these lies I told (Yeah)
And i on my words
Now I on my words
And then I tripping
That's

Wanna, wanna it, wanna shoot for the stars
Please God it so I won't fall short
Haven't been the best writer, not been with these words
But I'm really writing to show what I am and where I wanna

Wanna make it, wanna shoot for the
Please God make it so I won't short
Haven't been the best writer, not been good with these words But I'm writing just to show what I am worth

2]
Throw it way back when, my diet was shit
Pissing of my mom and pop, still me shit
I've been dodging all the drama, in public
I've been missing all the action, higher than bliss
Like some Goodyear so fast with these wings on
Threw out my and I got me my Scot song
Voice got since the seven-old
me in my eyes, man
This boy is fully

3]
Now they wanna take my soul, wanna sell it for gold
But the jokes on them I don't have one to hold
My hair's redder than the sun
Smoking so much feel like Cheech and Chong
Off the ganja like a Rastaman
Still out like god damn
But I, to the finer things
Like home cooked meals
That's how love feels, you

Wanna make it, shoot for the stars
God make it so I won't fall short
Haven't been the best writer not been good with words
But I'm really just to show what I am and where I wanna

Wanna make it, shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I fall short
Haven't been the best writer not good with these words
But I'm really really really really really really wanna