Luyện nghe bài hát Ventilation

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

[DJ On
We call on e ventilation

1:]
Some niggas wanted to me
Got locked up and never found me so my goal is to catch a charge in same county
Picture me getting bumped for a silly off
The bullpens up just as Willie Randolph See
I pop a few nickel plated glocks to
It's to kill niggas than it is not to
I let the pot
the plot grew
It the labels job to you don't fit it and they'll drop you
Finally made a on something I been saw
Sometimes you got to lose the if you trying to win the war
I'm focused on
I'm seeing my friends in the rearview thing we really closer than we are
Fuck the record
No or correlation all my admiration just turned aggravation they say
How you sit so long when you classics?
I niggas I can't understand it "that's blue magic"
The rap game as is either you on snap shit
Or ol' stuck in a different decade like the brat is
I hear niggas joints and take it WHY
Now want to spit about their personal lives
Before that was existent
Me I'm an addict with an addition for anything that seems to friction
Maybe I'm in a with bad Karma
What her the somber maybe I attract drama yeah
my life is on some VH1 shit
Just adding some salt and pepper to while
Other artistes is with more toys
Like lex, coup, beemers, and benz's there boys
Un I kept brushing off my shoulder till the chip was
the benz at the dealers till the kit was on
I feel niggas songs
So while ya'll at the awards I'm loading up on ratches the tip I'm on
Flow is on acid I swear I would have the game mastered if I so busy carrying baggage
god a bastard
Calvin way different in person then they had him looking in his casket
I'm looking in his like he had no face
I was at a lost for like fiasco gate
So I figured I say a prayer for em got on my knees
And realized "I DON'T EVER PRAY I NEED SHIT"
My soul akin to stay low maintains
I'm stuck in hell waiting on with no patience
I done the ave hot
had as stab shot
Waiting on my
Always a have not
Always been an under dog little guy try
Cause I think I'm a cash cow treat me like I'm milk dry
Juggling nickels and dime I'm a fine line
Sometimes you got to breath maybe give time, time
Give me a sign kind of he won't
See I want another but my pockets don't
that wouldn't bother me
Till I wake up and get the paper and read some rich nigga won the
Young black and
Shorty keep beefing about the same shit almost like yelling her language
Why do I it
Listen we been arguing about everything for ages do it ever change
up igging each other for the whole week
It's a lot of men in this world baby you chose me I chose you
We been rocking for you signed up your not a victim you're a volunteer it weird
Not a cheater on occasion still a bitch
Who why maybe just to be covered
I'm me she her we both had enough of it but leave
We the only who put up with it
In all areas it's like my stocks
Wishing all old motherfuckers would stop rapping
to be tasteful
Not mad or