Luyện nghe bài hát We Could Of

Say Im out?
let me see
Only thing selling out is my CD
And not a sell out like Im selling out for
I mean sell out its selling out of stores
I am pure, made by the man
Mother fucker ask I was made by the fans
And I just woke up a spliff to roll
Make em cry to my
Cause I hit the
And I aint like any Aussie rapper you heard
I come from nothing, blood and sweat till I it work
And Im so so proud, I be of myself?
used to laugh and act better now they needing my help
But I fly so high and its just
Work hard, it pays off I should trust my mum
Now Im in the position where I cant be
So with haters now I laugh them off
are suckers, Im the man
And they be knowing that its
And if say they dont know
then you knowing that they knew
See all my fans are crazy so I we all the same
Cause my musics a drug and now its damaging your brain
into my eyes can you see the pain
See the bags under them, no sleep for days
But I cant feel alone the fans relate
Plus I just hit the stage and I stand straight
Wait, wait, you know Ive got this
Rip apart my brain to find you a top bit
Ask my Are you happy with life?
They say yes, but in the streets you carry a knife
If you shake your head well get the aware
You aint out here, you wouldnt understand
You in your nice mansion yea youve lost your
Thats why around here come and rob your shit
You never gave a helping hand so what the fuck you
But now I got the money Ima take all I can get
Ima it till Im dead
Get my fed
And everyone thats me, get them standing again
Tell me who can get you in the
To feel so you aint even need a pipe
Thats why addicts use when they cant get on
Its like a free hit here pass the bong
Yea pass it round, Im the now
I never ever stop, see me passin out
I wake back up, still all about rap
Its on my mind all the like Im stuck in a trap
What the is a fact
When I you my life
Without the rap probably be another to ice
Why you listening
You see the in my eyes
I my fans everything
Never think to
So Im poppin codeine so fresh so
Skinny mother fucker still be making hoes
Tell me who can wait, nah not
If I could weed smoke for oxygen
Itd be done, we be round smashed as fuck
Doing interviews on phones Im hackin bud
I acting bruz
is what you get
Aint denying
I am off my