Luyện nghe bài hát Where Are You

Yeah, whatever to bobby ray? He used to be here for us
Then he got famous and left all of us fans in the
We never from you you're constantly changing
And your always miss you at family occasions
And your mother misses you too since all the fortune you've
Too busy recording now she unimportant
And your daddy's been through it since he lost his mother
The least you could do is call him to show him you him
I never thought you sell out, you becoming so cocky
I you for a picture after your show you walked right by me
I'm like "aint this the dude that said it aint about the tag"
Now on your records all that you do is
Come on bob, I thought you was than that dog
What happened to 9, and generation lost?
You were my idol, when I thought I'd give up on everything
I heard you play familiar melody.
I heard you play familiar melody.

Yeah, whatever happened to b.o.b? he once was my
I to God that I had all of his mixtapes on my playlist
He was hood, but so different at the time
It was like a of fresh air every time he rhymed
And was on him and the world fell in love
The girls, the money, the lifestyle - all the
I guess he stopped a fuck for all of us little people
your shades on we can't even see you
Is that what happens somebody makes it off of rapping?
They taste the fame and change like just automatic
Where's the You on that other shit.
You don't sound the same. I liked your other shit.
But we'll stand beside you 'cause somewhere deep inside you
There's more what meets the eye
I swear on the bible you my idol
just when I thought I'd give up on
I you play this familiar melody.
I you play this familiar melody.

Yeah, I my whole life change in a couple of years
Who would've ever thought I caught the world by the ears?
I swear this shit is so much bigger I had figured
But if it wasn't to be this wouldn't be my career
It's like people only see it the way it
But they never see the and the pulleys and the gears
Blood, sweat and We cry but all we sweat is tears.
In the middle of rap game on the battlefield
All of these chop-chop interviews to fool me
You never know who's gonna play you and try to make you phony
I live and die for my team. These niggas are more my homies
We put it all on the we gave up all our belongings
For this rap shit. at the end of the day
It aint just rap shit. I call it a way.
For our survival. Just when I thought I up on everything
I dreamed about familiar melody.