Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

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

Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the talking
How you killing my highs, I hope you built the
I got lungs please excuse the coughing
Think I'm bout to blow, they me George from Boston
Respect is never so I confiscate it
Get acquainted with I get them acclimated
Cherry red dice I'm a gambling man I'm never taking
Had to escape the
This ain't for ordinary people, don't compare me to
I'm trying to be The Beatles,
me some soul money, niggers is gassed up
Tell them to it running, I'm keeping the grass cut
No snakes, royalty hating niggers don't get no
So it's more for me, she invited me in her
You know it's cordially, we throwin' racks, she said don't talk to me
All my niggers is winning, out to Charlie Sheen
I spit bars the metronome's a money
A money machine, of I'm trying 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 call
We heard of that, and we aint hear 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, baby 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 tenant my is monumental

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

I used to heat up mama house by ovens
Now mama see that shit on Oprah and know it's coming
That's real shit, it's bigger rap, my n-gga Cole busy, but genius is back
I up my spliff take a sip of my yack
Thinking back of the city weren't thinking of rap
weren't thinking of rap, they weren't giving a f-ck
Now I go they be giving it up
I seen it all 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 pray for polo, we miss you little Penny
We skip college, chase dollars and pennies
Not in the kingdom of but it's mad semi's
Where bad bitches with bad intentions act friendly

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