Luyện nghe bài hát Trying To Find A Balance

They the taste of blood
Now I don't know what that means, but I know that I it
Maybe they're as evil as seem
Or I only look out the window when it's scenic
"Atmosphere finally made a record."
Yeah right, shit almost sounds convincing
The last I felt a sinking contradictive as this
Was the last we played a show in Cinnci'
"Get real." they me
If only they knew how real life really gets
They would stop acting like a bitch
They would respect the cock whether or not they in it
Doesn't take much and messed up
Because these do a lot of simple shit to impress us
While everyone was trying to out-do the man
I was just a ghost to catch some Mrs. Pac-Man
Hello ma'am, would you be
In some positions and emotional investments
See, I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of
I be askin', "Yo, where did all the passion go?"
East coast, coast, down South, Midwest
Nowadays knows how to get fresh
Somebody me a big yes (YES!)
God America, but she stole the B from "Bless" (Accept it)
Now I'm too fucked up to
So I'ma sit with my hand down the front of my
You can't your goals if you don't take that chance
So go pry open that and get those amps (You know!)

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In the days of Kings and Queens I was a
me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper
You see me move and forth between both
I'm trying to a balance
I'm trying to build a

So now I keep a close eye on my
they make most of they moves off of instinct and sense
It's eat, sleep, fuck in defense
So straight you can set clocks and place bets
Wait, let's on blind, deaf, dumb, dead
Hustle, maybe a couple will what you said
Emcees drag feet across a big naked land
With an empty bag of seed and a fake of hands
I got some last words, FUCK ALL OF YA'LL!
Stop raps and go play volleyball
Gotta journey the in a hurry
Cause my attorney didn't put enough on the jury
Guilty of droppin' bombs in the city
But I'm innocent, is the motive that's why you're killin 'em
Guilty of settin' my fire in all
But I'm innocent, blame it on my

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In the days of and Queens I was a jester
Treat me like a God, oh they me like a leper
You see me move and forth between both
I'm trying to a balance
I'm trying to a balance

I gotta my balance
I find my balance

Now all my are famous
It's either one thing or
They all don't know what my is
know both of my brothers
The one is a hard savior
The other's a workin' soldier
I'm just your next door
Workin' hard at to stay sober
You for the car at the corner
like you know what the pot is
Won't quit till I hit
And make you my Golden goddess