Luyện nghe bài hát Fight The Feeling

Close eyes
[Mac - Verse 1]
Uhh
Close eyes
So em do the macarena somewhere out in Pasadena
Love the that everybody here just tryna get a taste of
You a of the space that you take up
Living, this around Im not kidding
I had an intuition about women in suspicion
Got me at you different how a man in my position cant start slipping down these slopes
Cuz its all
As a kid I didnt learn but
When you were young and you were just tryna live your life and have fun
In the world you have yet to see how evil its become
Its hard to a dream when youre deep inside of one
And I know you hate them spirits so I keep em in my
Im a Beatle to these young
Sometimes I be feeling like a to these young kids
You had the world you bout to it to these young kids
And we gon show you the love is
- Iman Omari]
Stay high, don't what you know,
Let it become
Dont let it go
(it stop)
You fight the feeling, feeling
You fight the feeling, no
(it stop)
You cant fight the feeling,
You fight the feeling, no
[Mac Miller - 2]
And I keep a couple Most Dope by me
So there aint too many times its me, and Irene
We smoking through the night
up do some Tai Chi
Homie you see Im chilling, please dont fuck up my chi
Yeh my jacket Y3, been up on fashion
Waste a bunch of kinda stinks of satisfaction
asleep in Hollywood, woke up in Manhattan
Balling like Im but Im fresh as Mars blackmon
A penny for your thoughts, a for your dreams
A on an idea we never can agree
They tell you what you but its better to believe
So why you tryna act what you never gonna be
Still I em
Fuck you know, Im feeling comfortable
Just continue life cuz enough of em dont
You spend your counting every single penny, mane
Start now cuz we for you anyways

[Kendrick Lamar - 3]
Sometimes I up, up in the morning, make up
Wrap this much make up off my bitch soon as she
Take up, hours days just to find power shit to say
But you wont hear it, if your ears was pierced with
by Dre, I mean
The sun is slowly
We all surely die eventually
So your calling?
Oh, you left your behind,
Identity, crisis breaks mirrors, vices steer us through
Jesus Christ is right near us and devil you owe 10%
your soul
I sold your soul and get hopeless
My is stared at eloping on boats that float in the open
Of oceans that the line on the margins I rhyme
Or choking or up game
Im you picked the second one
The emotion of jealousy your holding
telling me that your golden but really cubic zirconian
Let me see
I break you down a pound of fire whenever your tactics are mighty clever
But even if Mayweather you can't fight the feeling