Luyện nghe bài hát Ventilation

[Joe
Time by
on lie
Hopping that it me by
Got a going crazy

[DJ On
We call this on e

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Some niggas to kill me
Got locked up and found me so my goal is to catch a charge in that same county
Picture me getting for a silly hand off
The bullpens fucked up as Willie Randolph See
I could pop a few nickel plated to
It's easier to niggas than it is not to
I let the pot
Then the plot
It the labels job to label you fit it and they'll drop you
Finally a move on something I been saw
you got to lose the fight if you trying to win the war
I'm on tomorrow
I'm done seeing my friends in the rearview we really closer than we are
Fuck the record
No relation or correlation all my admiration turned aggravation they say
How you sit so long you spew classics?
I tell niggas I understand it "that's blue magic"
The rap game as is either you on some shit
Or plan ol' stuck in a different decade the brat is
I hear niggas and take it personal WHY
Now want to spit about their personal lives
Before was none existent
Me I'm an addict with an addition for anything that seems to friction
I'm in a relationship with bad Karma
What her past the somber maybe I drama yeah
my life is on some VH1 shit
Just adding some and pepper to reality while
Other artistes is obsessed with toys
Like lex, coup, beemers, and benz's there boys
Un I kept brushing off my till the chip was going
Left the benz at the dealers the kit was on
I don't feel songs
So while ya'll at the awards I'm loading up on that's the tip I'm on
Flow is on I swear I would have the game mastered if I wasn't so busy carrying baggage
Calling god a
Calvin look way different in person then they had him looking in his
I'm in his casket like he had no face
I was at a lost for words fiasco gate
So I I say a prayer for em got on my knees quick
And "I DON'T EVER PRAY UNTIL I NEED SHIT"
My soul trying to stay low maintains
I'm stuck in hell waiting on blessing with no
I made the ave hot
Been had as stab
on my jackpot
Always been a not
Always been an under dog little guy try
Cause I think I'm a cash cow they treat me I'm milk dry
Juggling nickels and dime I'm walking a fine
Sometimes you got to just breath maybe give time,
me a sign kind of shock he won't
See I want another but my pockets don't
Normally that wouldn't me
Till I wake up and get the paper and read some nigga won the lottery
black and shameless
Shorty keep beefing about the same shit almost like yelling her language
Why do I it
Listen we been arguing about for ages do it ever change shit
Wind up igging each for the whole week
It's a lot of men in this world baby you chose me like I you
We been rocking for years you signed up your not a victim you're a it weird
Not a cheater on occasion fuck a bitch
Who knows why maybe to be covered
I'm me she her we both had enough of it but won't
We the ones who put up with it
In all it's like my stocks crashing
Wishing all these old motherfuckers would rapping
to be tasteful
Not mad or