Luyện nghe bài hát W.W.S.D.

(Interlude)
- Mo' than a man, I been and rose again
Fast life, slow motion, these
- Well I've out walkin'
I don't do that much talkin' these
- I stop smokin' cigarettes
- These days, these I seem to think a lot
the things that I fo'got to do
And all the times I had the to
- Yo, how the fuck my new girl got me of otha girls
I I live in anotha world
- And I have a
But so hard to risk anotha
These
- These
- days
- Aye, he wrote this shit he was sixteen he said
I'm twenty seve, this is like my life

- Now if I seem to be
To the life that I have made in time
- You all I like to do is keep it real
Solo... hoe
- Well it's just I have been losin'
- Can I win one
- So
- Yeah, its pain you was talkin' about
Can I win one

(Verse)
So pills I should've slipped already
My the same color as my lips already
Expensive clothes, funds
Me & my bros switchin' just fo' fun
The money and bitches is all we care
Very far from home if you worried my whereabouts
Chasing the light at the end of the fuckin'
fo' Sydney, send Tia a text, tell her I luv you
The devil is a lie, let him persevere
God took my angel, and left me here, it's happy

(Interlude)
- Well I will on movin', movin' on
Things are bound to be improvin' days
- It's long term, shit real
- I luv days
- It will all make sense one day my
I even been on songs with
It's
- days I'll sit on corner stones
- Can't stop me my nigga,
- Count the time and Jones today, my friends
Don't me with my faith!
- Can't success without failure, babe
- I have not fo'got to

(Verse 2)
Diggin' fo' gold in these Codeine
Tryna picture potential in Instagram models (like)
Information racin' the internet
the iPad was invented, I had a pad of writtens
Smokin' a cig on the of the house
Tryna it out
The axe cut it, moms told me cut it out
Clem told me always pride in my work
I clutch the mic blessed hands at all my concerts
Why his name Solo, how is he so
We can see his 4 footprints in the sand he walk
I like to to myself in 3rd person from the 3rd person
That's a body experience of self
So I can see me fo' me and no one
Don't to see a Em-E, award or no jail
I'm at like a cell, I just wanna be free
All this chatter from the chattel
I don't sheep, this TDE and nothing beyond that
Told Du Dog I even need to read the contract!
Yeah, as if legal documents can stop me
Legalize, lies, legal eyes, oh I see
I did it while you were sittin'
Ask my DZA
All my verses hearses leavin'
Not the chicken
And I luv the Coast
But what the best one
your life without a soul
A one
Yeah Mac, you ain't got bars like Mac