Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

Uhh.. to paradise
Paper planes, flights
Welcome to the

Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the pillow
How you killing my highs, I you built the coffin
I got virgin lungs excuse the coughing
I'm bout to blow, they call me George from Boston
Respect is given so I confiscate it
Get acquainted with mine I get acclimated
Cherry red dice I'm a gambling man I'm taking twice
Had to escape the
This ain't for ordinary people, compare me to rappers
I'm trying to be The Beatles,
me some soul money, niggers is gassed up
Tell them to keep it running, I'm keeping the cut
No snakes, royalty hating niggers don't get no
So it's more for me, she me in her mouth
You know it's cordially, we throwin' racks, she said please talk to me
All my is winning, shout out to Charlie Sheen
I bars the metronome's a money machine
A money machine, of course I'm trying to be the king that was part of my
And wale told me fuck y'all so we fuck yall, we don't y'all
B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call
We aint heard of that, and we aint of y'all

Doggin, Hard listen, mean muggin for when don't see their C's til they see the judges
Dark side of town, mama blues,
drama ensues niggers Ndomakong Suh
Old ass defensive as boys,
Why you knock bitch up if you cant tend it out boy
I'm a my opinion is monumental

I'm here forever, these other scribble in pencil
Got indelible colors, look when they're buzzing
I'm at Dallas with flyin straight to the money
And you don't understand my slang my is lovely
So they quote me and love me I'm a poet or something
Hoe I kick it, I punt it like Reggie or something
Shady bitches'll me, Reggie Smokers disgust me
Make the least of you haters, make the most of your
that consistent drive long as your motor's running

I used to heat up house by opening ovens
Now see that shit on Oprah and know that it's coming
That's real shit, it's bigger than rap, my n-gga Cole busy, but genius is
I up my spliff take a sip of my yack
Thinking of when the city weren't thinking of rap
They weren't of rap, they weren't giving a f-ck
Now everywhere I go be giving it up
I seen it all from Barry Farms to Sursum
They had that rocking like a Park word to Mike Shinoda
Shout out to Ginnny and free my n-gga Ricky
We pray for polo, we miss you little Penny
We skip college, dollars and black pennies
Not in the kingdom of but it's mad semi's
Where bad bitches with bad intentions act friendly

This they love you then they hate you, go and ask Fifty
Yeah, go and ask
They love you then they you, go and ask fifty
Go and ask fenty, hating ass n-gga, sweeter sibling
Who got the n-gga ?
n-gga,
n-gga,
My... dont keep it nigga
work, work, work, work, work.