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 my highs, I hope you built the coffin
I got virgin lungs please excuse the
I'm bout to blow, they call me George from Boston
Respect is 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
This ain't for people, don't compare me to rappers
I'm trying to be The Beatles,
Give me some money, niggers is gassed up
Tell them to it running, I'm keeping the grass cut
No snakes, royalty hating niggers get no pussy
So it's more for me, she invited me in her
You know cordially, we throwin' racks, she said please don't talk to me
All my is winning, shout out to Charlie Sheen
I spit the metronome's a money machine
A machine, of course I'm trying to be the king that was part of my dream
And wale told me y'all so we fuck yall, we don't love y'all
Loud B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, the last call
We aint heard of that, and we aint of y'all

Doggin, Hard listen, mean muggin for when niggas don't see their C's til see the judges
Dark side of town, mama 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 opinion is

I'm here forever, these other scribble in pencil
Got indelible colors, only look when they're
I'm at Dallas with luggage straight to the money
And you don't understand my my colloquial is lovely
So they quote me and love me I'm a poet or something
Hoe I it, I punt it like Reggie Roby or something
bitches'll feel me, Reggie Smokers disgust me
Make the least of you haters, make the most of your
Have that consistent 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 busy, but genius is back
I light up my take a sip of my yack
Thinking back of when the weren't thinking of rap
They weren't thinking of rap, weren't giving a f-ck
Now everywhere I go be giving it up
I seen it all from Farms to Sursum Corders
They had that rocking a Park that's word to Mike Shinoda
out to captain Ginnny and free my n-gga Ricky
We always pray for polo, we miss you Penny
We skip college, dollars and black pennies
Not in the kingdom of Zamunda but mad semi's
bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

This where love you then they hate 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 than
Who got the n-gga ?
n-gga,
n-gga,
My... keep it deuce nigga
work, work, work, work, work.