Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

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

Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the talking
How you my highs, I hope you built the coffin
I got virgin lungs excuse the coughing
Think I'm to blow, they call me George from Boston
is never given so I confiscate it
Get acquainted with I get them acclimated
Cherry red dice I'm a gambling man I'm taking twice
Had to escape the
ain't for ordinary people, don't compare me to rappers
I'm trying to be The Beatles,
Give me some soul money, niggers is up
Tell them to it running, I'm keeping the grass cut
No snakes, hating niggers don't get no pussy
So it's more for me, she me in her mouth
You know cordially, we throwin' racks, she said please don't talk to me
All my niggers is winning, shout out to Charlie
I spit bars the metronome's a machine
A money machine, of course I'm to be the king that was part of my dream
And wale told me fuck y'all so we fuck yall, we don't y'all
Loud B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last
We aint heard of that, and we hear of y'all

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

I'm here forever, these niggers scribble in pencil
Got indelible colors, only look they're buzzing
I'm at with luggage 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 Roby or something
Shady bitches'll me, Reggie Smokers disgust me
Make the least of you haters, make the most of money
that consistent drive long as your motor's running

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

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