Luyện nghe bài hát World Of Fantasy

Yeah...
Empire...
Lil Wayne...
Question...
Money...(Three)
Dope

Living in a a Fantasy
(Livin in a a Fantasy)
His agaist the wal
(Cut the up in my phones}
Living in a World a
(Livin in a a Fantasy)

His back against the
(yeah)

1 "Lil wayne"]
Yeah Straight off the Apple and Eagle
hard bitch like the times Im medieval
Married to the block, the Cathedral
on the corner selling Porcelean to People
Forced evil, Its all in your head
also cerebral, call me Canival
You follow i lead you
Straight to the
The barrel, the battle, the beetles eat you
Mama Cita, I love You Cita
Member your pussy Second husband used to beat ya
when i went into the kitchen got the cleever
He aint give a fuck i aint give a fuck
He could see the devil, see the devil in my
You smell the ether
You can see
You can see the Cita, see the Cita in my
I am her and the World is my speaker
Im

Living in a a Fantasy
(Livin in a a Fantasy)
His back the wall
Living in a World a
(Livin in a a Fantasy)
His back agaisnt the

2 "Question"]
With my up agaist these
up brick walls
Fliip grams, quick hands, Quicksand
Big Balls intact, error Syntac's
That Stormy Whether where the dont bend back
home at 16
I aint been back
When it come to being i say i never been flat
I punk ass bitch i aint been that
how Daddy cuaghta "slitch" in his lap
IN his box with only one stick left
Snort heroin then he'd me in the chest
Used to really believe, I never be the
Hell be on my shoulders Cuz the devil seent the rest
Right on it his binge's and
Then Syringe's
Beaten on my mama the doors of the hinges
I wish i was old enough to him when he did it
So agao but even I cant forget it
So

Living in a a Fantasy
(Livin in a a Fantasy)
His agaisnt the wall
Living in a World a
(Livin in a a Fantasy)
His agaisnt the wall

3 "Question"]
Demonic in my
Street corner like a
find the change, Shining lightining like im in heaven
seven, Triple Six
Trebulations, trip
grip, triple spitiin' like a had a trple lip
Lets make sense of the main difference
Angel if Death's Wing gotta s in a Clench
Revolver in my fist, to a fish
Bait on the line me cath them with this
Hope flound off round White rock
Ballin like man i go in his high tops
Third eye cyclops, down by five cops
Left for dead and it aint my block
Think of my pops, thinkin of my
Rather be just blazin listenin to
Cuz when u up, God strikes you down
full of current lightenining never hit the ground

Living in a a Fantasy
(Livin in a a Fantasy)
His back agaisnt the
in a World a Fantasy
(Livin in a a Fantasy)
His back the wall