Luyện nghe bài hát Enchanted

[J.
Yea, is where the
yea, this is where the fathers living
at least not us
might see em round the city and won't say wassup
n-ggas play tough, wont even smile in mirrors
and we learn to hoes off trial and error
just a small time n-gga, big city
glued to the TV, Jigga, Diddy,
were our heroes, strictly for them zero's
for Robert Deniro, n-ggas reload on them kilo's
dodgin people,
mad at myself cause I done some things that I'd rather not tell
smole crack and her boyfriend too
sometimes he touch her daughter like them do
pull up to the club where the boys too
see that yellow and the boys in blue
a n-gga on a and though i never met ya
Im thinking God Bless ya, they try and get ya
man, let the city get ya
f-ck the horoscopes, the ropes lke a wrestler
if bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue
your face on the of our shirts saying we miss ya
(we ya)

with me,
Run quick see, what do we have
Now, do you wanna or die
La dadada, la la la la

with me,
Run quick see, what do we have
Now, do you ride or die
La dadada, la la la la

yea, see God
I know you do whats best for me
but is it cool if we my destiny
they always me it's temporary
why its feelling like a cemetary
my dreams got no obituaries
my hurting and none of us were equiped here
you me say I was ballin'
i make tears
I'm trying to get
I'm tryna fear
who the scripts here
these kids live there whole just killing time
running the race with no line
they tryna us with they ropes
but Im climb
I my foolish pride might become my suicide
but I tryna go, no baby
and through these lines and you gotta find some hope
cause I aint
my words gon' forever,
you can hold the
inside you can see a diamond in my mind
Im tired of seeing dope fiends, they nose clean
is my neighbourhood just a smoke
I think Im in the (?) I see lo
sons raised by bo queens but there's no
(no kings, no kings)

[J. Cole
with me,
Run quick see, what do we here
Now, do you wanna or die
La dadada, la la la la

with me,
Run quick see, what do we here
Now, do you wanna or die
La dadada, la la la la

[J. Verse 3]
It seems like either feel ya or they try and kill ya
I face the sky and hope to God aint unfamiliar
you play whatever he deal no matter how peculiar
tell me that its God's will, I'm asking God will ya
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iller a n-gga from artist pain, momma cocaine as it rains out
am I to blame, try to stay sane so I came
where they with them thangs out
to clear my mind at the same time they blew that brains out
but will it change, its n-ggas is free but our minds still in the chains
killing eachother, the blood spill its a shame
will it slow up
alot of n-ggas getting but they never grow up
and do they like they fathers did and never show up
don't even cry about it, another episode of life
watch the season n-gga no
the devil soul's n-gga no refunds
man, let the city get ya
f-ck the know the ropes like a wrestler
if them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a
your on the front of our shirts screaming we miss ya
another day, another song, a prays
gone
but still we play aint nothing wrong
like aint nothing
aint nothing wrong
Im not as fast, I'm not as
but I pass
I ball
I gotta
I ball
I gotta ball