Luyện nghe bài hát Until The Nipple's Gone

Ninety-nine bottles of ink on the
at the stars, blink and they fall
Stand tall and shrink,
they all fell asleep at the mall
Y'all not clear to call a career
the bus, I'm hopping off here
Get down, and got near
Just to watch you drown in crocodile tears
Dressed up all black with a mask
the system, sound clash
Fall back when my feet ground
Hit the Heathrow like where the pound at?
Self-service, it to go
A lot of work for a little bit of
Wipe the dirt out the of the soul
with my pole from the middle of the snow
Still running, bound to build
though we all surrounding by hills crumbling
Lil young'n, we kill
Come hit us up, you wanna the function?
We proof of what you do
if you have took the lead to speak truth
You look cute little sheep in a wolf
Lost on a move, shoot
sense of direction, misconception
Get check and then skip the lesson
Get and collect protection
Get destroyed by the boy stepped in
nobody gon' stay when the stack cracks
Nowadays ain't tryna save a rat's ass
Hit the gas and mash past the
I wouldn't want it any way and that's that
On this tit it's going flat
I'm gone you can taste my frozen tracks
My crew deep and we don't relax
Ain't to sleep, too old for naps
They say go to hell if you're tryna some cash
Well ring the bell, ain't no more class
Pot or smack, but don't the facts
Spot is packed, who owns the
I'm not convinced, overact
You're on the bench choke the bat
I headline shows that they hoping
I get mine, they can go and dag'
You had the to hold me back
I advance, fade slow to black
are just ants till it all collapse
Put your hands up and throw me claps, c'mon

Clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap your hands to what he's

We get 'em around like a swarm of crickets
and that's normal business
And you trying to ignore the
But your girl's online bout to score some
I was a crumb, I'm a poor decision
die a crumb, I'm sure it's written
But first I'ma over ornaments
and then bounce they announce the court's opinion
We all rapper
We all wanna capture stature any of it matters
Ass and a lack of words
Only thing that you're killing me with is
used to cap and call me a backpacker
But they was mad I had my mastered
Went up the ladder and I the ants
So now I each track like it's the last chapter
Can't it for granted, cause when it's done
I gotta subject my to the shit I've run
Gotta the mess I'm sitting on
So let's get it on until the nipple's