Luyện nghe bài hát Fight The Feeling

Close eyes
[Mac - Verse 1]
Uhh
Close your
So em do the macarena somewhere out in Pasadena
Love the drug that everybody here tryna get a taste of
You a waste of the space that you up
Living, time around Im not kidding
I had an about these women in suspicion
Got me looking at you different how a man in my position cant slipping down these slopes
Cuz its all
As a kid I learn that but
When you were young and you just tryna live your life and have some fun
In the world you have yet to see how evil its become
Its to have 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 needle to young kids
You had the world you to leave it to these young kids
And we gon show you the love is
[Chorus - Omari]
Stay high, don't what you know,
Let it become
ever let it go
(it stop)
You cant fight the feeling,
You fight the feeling, no
(it stop)
You fight the feeling, feeling
You cant the feeling, no
Miller - Verse 2]
And I a couple Most Dope homies by me
So there aint too many times its me, and Irene
We stay smoking the night
Wake up do Tai Chi
Homie cant you see Im chilling, please dont up my chi
Yeh my jacket Y3, been up on fashion
Waste a bunch of kinda stinks of satisfaction
Fell asleep in Hollywood, woke up in
Balling like Im but Im fresh as Mars blackmon
A penny for your thoughts, a dollar for dreams
A price on an idea we never can
tell you what you know but its better to believe
So why you tryna act what you never gonna be
Still I em
Fuck what you know, Im comfortable
Just continue life cuz enough of em dont
You spend your days counting every penny, mane
now cuz we coming for you anyways

[Kendrick Lamar - 3]
I wake up, up in the morning, make up
Wrap this much make up off my bitch as she yawning
Take up, hours upon just to find power shit to say
But you wont hear it, even if ears was pierced with
by Dre, I mean
The sun is falling
We all should die eventually
So whats calling?
Oh, you left your behind,
Identity, crisis breaks mirrors, vices us through wickedness
Jesus Christ is near us and devil said you owe 10%
your soul
I sold your soul and get hopeless
My focus is stared at eloping on that float in the open
Of oceans that coast the line on the margins I
Or or soaking up game
Im hoping you the second one
The of jealousy that your holding
Youre telling me that golden but really cubic zirconian
Let me see
I break you like a pound of fire whenever your tactics are mighty clever
But even if youre Mayweather you fight the feeling